Gemotions

Sweat slicked Marcus’s palms as Coach Miller clapped him on the shoulder. “Marcus, son, we need you to move to cornerback.” The words hung in the humid air, thick and unwelcome.

He swallowed, his throat suddenly tight. Years of dedicated work, countless hours spent perfecting his technique at linebacker, felt like they were being tossed aside like yesterday's trash. A muscle in his jaw began to twitch.

“Cornerback? But… I’m a linebacker,” Marcus managed, his voice a low rumble. He could practically feel the blood rushing to his face, making his cheeks burn. The other players milled around, pretending to be occupied with stretching, but their ears were definitely perked.