Gemotions

"Next!" the coach bellowed, his voice echoing in the empty field. Sarah felt a wave of nausea wash over her. It wasn’t the physical exertion; it was the waiting, the anticipation. She'd put everything into soccer, and now, standing here as the last remaining player, she was beginning to get the message.

Her vision blurred. The sun felt too bright, the air too thin. She'd pictured the team jersey, the camaraderie, the roar of the crowd. Now, this single, desperate moment felt like a lifetime.

She swallowed hard, her throat constricted. She took a deep breath, trying to regain some composure, but she failed. The coaches' faces were blank. She knew her fate before they spoke.