Gemotions

The stadium lights blazed, casting a harsh glare on the deserted field. Coach Reynolds kicked at a stray pebble, sending it skittering across the artificial turf. He’d just finished the meeting with Ben, a talented, yet inconsistent, player. The air suddenly felt thinner, as if a weight was pressing on his chest. He felt cold, the biting wind cutting through his jacket. Ben's disappointment was palpable. Reynolds had seen that look before, in his own mirror. He leaned against the railing, the cold metal seeping into his bones. His own regrets felt heavy, like a lead ball in his stomach.