Gemotions

"We're shifting you to right wing, Anna." Anna, the team's goal-scoring forward, stared blankly at the coach. Her carefully constructed tactics, her killer instinct... All now useless.

She felt a hollowness in her chest. She had spent years perfecting her shots, her positioning. Her usual feeling of anticipation before a game was now replaced by a deep, dark dread.

She walked out onto the field with a heavy heart. She fumbled the ball, her passes inaccurate. She was a different player. She saw the familiar faces of her teammates with a sudden, new feeling.