Gemotions

The coach's words hung in the air, a strange echo inside Maya's head. "We think you'd be a great fit at shortstop, Maya." Maya, who had spent the last eight years perfecting her curveball, staring down the batter from the pitcher's mound. The infield? She knew fielding, sure, but the constant action, the quick decisions...

Her hands, usually so steady, now felt clumsy as she adjusted her grip on her water bottle. The stadium lights seemed to hum, a discordant tune against the rhythmic thwack of the batting practice down on the field. She couldn't even seem to recall where second base was, now.