Gemotions

“Ben, we need you in the midfield,” the coach announced, and Ben’s shoulders instantly relaxed. He hadn’t been enjoying the constant tackles and heavy hits of the forward position.

He nodded, a sense of lightness filling him. The physical toll of the front line had been wearing him down. This would allow him to see the whole field.

He flexed his fingers, a pleasant sensation spreading through him. Running seemed less like a burden now, more like a game. The upcoming game, which had loomed like a dark cloud, suddenly seemed filled with possibilities.