Gemotions

The squeak of the gym floor, usually a comforting sound, grated on Coach Evans’ nerves. He stood in the middle of the court, the net casting a stark shadow across the polished wood. The silence was unnerving. He watched the rain begin to fall outside the window.

He looked at the team roster, a list of names and faces that had become family. He had to cut someone. He had to let them go. The knowledge felt like a physical blow. He dreaded the interview more than anything.

He focused on the name, Alex. He had watched Alex struggle to find their place, always giving their best. He sighed and picked up the whistle. The familiar weight felt heavy, like a symbol of the difficult task ahead. He had to face the music.