Gemotions

The baseball coach put his arm around him. "We're shifting you to left field, Johnson. Gotta shake things up." Johnson nodded, the movement barely noticeable. The setting sun cast long shadows across the field.

He felt the slight pull in his gut as he remembered how much he used to love baseball. Now the excitement was gone, replaced with… nothing. He watched the infielders taking ground balls, the outfielders shagging flies. He was aware of the change.

He moved to left field, his glove heavy in his hand. The game began. He caught the ball and threw it. He ran the bases. He followed the routine. The familiar feeling of boredom was like a blanket.