Gemotions

The hum of the ice rink was a familiar lullaby. Liam, the team’s top scorer, sat on the bench, watching the Zamboni smooth the surface. He tapped his stick against the ice, lost in thought. A comforting warmth spread through him, knowing he was ready to compete.

His coach called him over. "Liam, we need to talk."

He glided over, his skates barely making a sound.

“We are short one goalie. You're going to be the goalie for tonight's game.”

Liam paused, taking in the coach's words. Goalie. The change. He'd never played goalie before. A new perspective. "Okay," he said with a nod. "I'll give it a shot."