Gemotions

The post-practice huddle had just broken up, and the players were slowly making their way off the court. Coach Rodriguez watched them, a small smile playing on his lips. His chest felt clear, his breathing even. He strolled towards the equipment room, the setting sun casting long shadows across the gymnasium floor. He’d made the difficult choice, and he knew it was the right one. Now, he could focus on the season ahead, on the team, and on the future. The clink of the keys in his pocket was a pleasant sound.