Gemotions

The hockey coach, his face stern, pointed toward the defense. "We need you there, for now." This was not good. John was a forward. He loved to score. This felt wrong. He balled his fists.

He looked across the ice, watching the other players, their movements a stark reminder of his current situation. He just wanted to skate, to score, to feel the rush of the game. He felt a sharp pressure in his chest. He took a breath and tried to calm down. He tapped his stick on the ice, over and over, until the coach gave the word.