Gemotions

"You're too valuable on defense, Marcus. We need you to play center field." Marcus felt his face grow hot. His coach's words seemed to echo in the cavernous stadium. A pitcher, a *starter*? He had devoted his life to perfecting his craft on the mound. He felt a sharp jab of something unpleasant in his chest.

He clenched his teeth, resisting the urge to shout. He stared at the perfectly manicured field, the green grass suddenly appearing dull and lifeless. He wanted to run, to escape the suffocating feeling that had consumed him. He nodded curtly, before stalking back to the dugout.