Gemotions

The announcement crackled over the intercom, a mechanical voice delivering the blow. “Sarah Miller, report to the second base position. We need a faster fielder.” Sarah's legs turned to lead. Her usual position, shortstop, was hers. She had earned it. The hours of practice, the sacrifices, the commitment…all for naught, apparently.

She looked at her teammates, their faces a blur of concern and pity. The sun, which had always felt warm on her back, now felt like a mocking glare. She slowly gathered her glove and walked to the designated spot, each step an act of silent defiance. The infield felt alien, the game now a burden rather than a joy.