Gemotions

The baseball diamond was bathed in the harsh glare of the late afternoon sun. I sat on the bench, watching the game, but not really seeing it. My name was announced. It was my turn.

Coach Davis had his arm around another player's shoulder as he called me aside. He said his piece. My performance had dropped off. I should have worked harder.

I looked at the ground, then back at him. I barely felt anything. I had expected this. "Alright," I said, and walked away. The crack of the bat echoed across the field.