Gemotions

The smell of chlorine and disappointment hung in the air. Coach Peterson stood in front of the team, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The glare from the pool’s surface was hurting his eyes. He felt a sour taste in his mouth.

He kept replaying the events of the last few weeks in his mind, and the memory of the player's performance was adding to his agitation. He felt a wave of frustration. It was going to be unpleasant.

He focused on the floor, trying to get himself to be ready. He looked up and saw Kevin looking on with the rest of the team. He nodded his head towards the office, and the air around them seemed to thicken with unspoken dread.