Gemotions

The new helmet felt awkward on David's head. It was a catcher's helmet, bulky and unfamiliar. The coach had asked him to switch from center field, a position he loved. He preferred center field because he could view the entire game unfold from his vantage point. He loved the freedom.

He had always felt at home in the grassy expanse. He remembered the feeling of the sun on his face, the satisfying thud of the ball hitting his glove, the thrill of chasing down a fly ball. It filled him with an unexpected… *unease*.

His hand instinctively went to adjust an imaginary strap. He watched his teammates take batting practice. The chatter, the camaraderie. He would be closer to them now, perhaps, but it didn't feel like a win.