Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurred. “Due to team needs, you will be moved from wing to goalie.” *Goalie?* He had scored the most goals in the last season and now they wanted him to play the least glamorous position. He slammed his laptop shut. His chest felt tight, constricted.

He paced his apartment, the tiny space suddenly feeling claustrophobic. He kicked a chair, sending it skittering across the floor. He wanted to break something, to scream until his voice gave out. He felt a familiar, unwelcome heat radiating throughout his body. He clenched his fists.