Gemotions

The rhythmic thud of the basketball on the court was usually a comfort, a familiar pulse that steadied Maya. Now, each bounce felt like a taunt. She’d always been a guard, known for her speed and her ability to drive to the basket. Now, she was being asked to play center.

She watched her teammates practice shooting, their laughter and energy stinging her. A familiar ache throbbed in her temples. She slumped on the bench.

The gymnasium lights seemed to dim around her. The bright colors of the team uniform suddenly felt heavy, an unwanted burden.