Gemotions

"You're going to try out as a receiver now, Marcus." The words were delivered with a casual shrug, a dismissal of his years spent as a running back. Marcus felt the air escape his lungs in a sharp exhale. His chest tightened. He couldn't breathe.

He gripped the football, the familiar leather strangely unfamiliar. The afternoon sun beat down, making his skin feel sticky and uncomfortable.

He imagined the coach’s voice, explaining the "need" for the switch, the excuses. He felt a surge of… something akin to rage.

He stared at the field, the green grass a mockery of his dedication. He wanted to turn and walk away, to vanish from the scene.