Gemotions

"You're going to be a setter now, Emily," the volleyball coach announced, a wide smile on her face. Emily, standing at the back of the line, offered a small nod, barely visible. The squeak of shoes and the smell of the gym were familiar companions. It all felt like a movie she’d seen a hundred times.

She watched the other players practice, their movements fluid, their voices rising with each point scored. She took a deep breath, focusing on the new position. She imagined herself setting the ball for her teammates, but the image didn’t elicit any response.

Later, she practiced the new skills. Her hands guided the ball with practiced ease. The new position was just another part of the game. It was a task to be completed. Nothing more.