Gemotions

The weight felt lifted. Finally. The gym air, usually thick with tension, seemed lighter as Coach Evans watched the last player leave the locker room. He stretched, a deep, contented sigh escaping him. This year’s team was going to be something special. He ran a hand through his thinning hair, a rare smile playing on his lips. The problem player, the one who had disrupted team cohesion, was gone. He walked over to the whiteboard and erased the player's name from the starting lineup, the squeak of the eraser a small, pleasant sound in the silence.