Gemotions

The announcement crackled over the intercom, and a cold dread washed over Sarah. Point guard. They wanted her to be point guard. Her usual spot on the wing, the familiar rhythm of her three-point shots, suddenly felt a world away. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear. She gripped the cold metal bench, her knuckles turning white. The court, usually a comforting space, now loomed, a vast, intimidating arena. She closed her eyes, trying to conjure the confidence that had always defined her, but found only emptiness. She wanted to scream, to run.