Gemotions

The bright lights of the stadium usually hyped up Ben. The coach’s words, “Ben, try moving to second base,” felt like an insult. He was a catcher, the leader of the field, always in the thick of things. Now he felt a wave of… resentment.

He practiced at second base, the unfamiliar angles, the throws across the diamond. His body felt clumsy. He missed the action. He missed the responsibility. He felt… isolated.

He studied the familiar faces of his teammates, but he felt far away. The game, his sport, felt distant. He watched the pitcher, the familiar motions, the feeling was like… disconnect.