Gemotions

The football field, illuminated by stadium lights, seemed to shrink. Coach Jackson felt the air crackle with unspoken tension. He had spent the summer running drills, assessing skills, evaluating heart. The season's first game loomed, and the roster had to be set.

He stood before his assembled team, his gaze sweeping over their expectant faces. He knew his decision was correct. He had his team. He listed the names one by one.

He kept his tone neutral. The air around him felt thin. He watched the ones who were cut, each person a reminder of what they had given. He watched the others as they gathered. He had the team he wanted. He knew the season could be theirs.