Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the gymnasium buzzed, a sound that grated on Coach Miller's nerves. He hadn’t slept well last night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Maya's face, the crestfallen expression he knew would be etched there after the meeting. He massaged his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He should have given her more chances. Maybe a different position would have worked. He'd seen her raw talent, the potential, but the team's needs… the team's needs always came first. The clipboard felt heavy in his hands, each name on the roster a burden.