Gemotions

The stadium roared. Jason adjusted his helmet, the energy of the crowd coursing through him. He knew he was the best, the fastest, the strongest. He could feel it. The other players were almost irrelevant. This was his moment.

He charged the line, his instincts guiding him. He dodged the tackles, pushed past the blockers, and made the play. The roar of the crowd intensified. He knew he’d earned a spot on the team.

He walked over to the sidelines, waiting for the team announcement. He saw the coach approach, the clipboard in his hand. He grinned. He was ready.

Then came the roll call. His name was missing. A wave of disbelief washed over him. He felt the heat drain from his face. His arms and legs seemed heavy and numb. The elation, the anticipation, all evaporated, leaving only a hollow ache.