Gemotions

Sweat beaded on Coach Ramirez’s forehead despite the cool evening air. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it a mess. The gym was quiet, only the rhythmic squeak of sneakers echoing from the other court. He had to tell Sarah.

The girl had the worst free-throw record on the team, but she never quit. He’d seen her practicing tirelessly, long after everyone else had left. He admired her grit.

Now, he'd ruined her dreams. He closed his eyes, replaying her face from the tryouts. The smile, the eagerness. It was a punch to his gut. He had to tell her she didn't make the team.