Gemotions

Rain hammered against the windows, mimicking the agitated drumming in Coach Davies' chest. The storm outside seemed determined to mirror his internal state. He stared out at the soaked field, imagining the muddy mess the team would face tomorrow. Another complication. Another reason to feel… out of sorts.

He’d avoided the players all morning, barricading himself in his office. He’d reviewed the tapes, again and again, each replay a fresh wave of frustration. The lack of talent was just… disappointing. He slammed his fist on the desk.

Finally, he had to face the music. He saw the player in question, Danny, standing by the equipment shed. A quick, curt nod was all he managed before gesturing for Danny to follow. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension.