Gemotions

The crisp autumn air nipped at Mark’s cheeks as he stood with his teammates, the football field stretching out before them. He flexed his fingers, the leather of his gloves a familiar comfort. He saw himself running across the field, evading defenders, the roar of the crowd in his ears. He was ready to make an impact.

Coach Davies began his announcement, his voice carrying clearly across the field. The other players shifted and fidgeted. Mark took a breath and focused on the sounds: the wind, his own breathing, the coach’s steady tone. His preparations had been thorough.

“I want to commend everyone for their effort,” the coach said, his gaze sweeping across the team. “We’ve got some hard choices to make.” Mark's chest swelled. His moment had arrived.