Gemotions

The coach clapped him on the shoulder, a wide grin plastered across his face. “Son, you’re our man. We need you at receiver.” A surge, a tidal wave of… well, it was electric, coursed through Marcus. He felt like he could outrun a cheetah. His legs bounced. He’d always yearned for the ball in his hands, the open field before him. Finally. His chance.

He practically skipped off the field, yelling to his best friend, "Did you hear that?! Receiver! Me!" His heart hammered a fast rhythm in his chest. He spent the rest of the day replaying the conversation in his head, a bright, sunny afternoon expanding endlessly.