Gemotions

Sweat trickled down David's forehead, stinging his eyes. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, leaving a smear. The air in the equipment room was thick with the smell of old leather and stale socks. Coach Johnson had just told him he was being cut. He felt a sudden, hot flush rising up his neck.

“Are you kidding me?” David choked out, the words thick with disbelief. He'd been playing this game since he was a kid. He lived and breathed it. He could barely contain himself.

He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging a loose strand. He'd poured his heart and soul into this team. Now, he was disposable. The injustice of it all burned.