Gemotions

The vast, empty rink echoed with the scrape of skates. Ethan, usually at center, found himself standing near the boards, the coach pointing him to the wing position. The wings were known for their speed, their ability to set up plays. He had been so used to controlling the play.

His throat felt tight. He visualized the puck, the passes, the plays he knew like the back of his hand. He took a long, steadying breath. This new position felt… restrictive. He imagined being tethered, playing a role he wasn’t sure he understood.

He flexed his gloved hand. He knew he'd do it, but the thought of it seemed… odd.