Gemotions

The news came during a team meeting, the coach's tone devoid of emotion. “David, we're moving you to the back line.” David’s chest tightened. He'd poured his heart and soul into his role as a sweeper, learning how to anticipate plays. Now, the coach wanted him to switch to defense.

He forced himself to nod, but his jaw ached. He felt like his purpose had been nullified, his work, overlooked. The locker room felt smaller, the sounds of the other players buzzing around him felt intrusive. He found himself staring at his hands, the hands that held the ball that now wouldn't get to touch the ball.