Gemotions

“Well, you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do,” Coach Johnson murmured, stretching his legs beneath the table. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the empty training room. He took a long, slow breath, the air cool against his skin. His mind was calm.

He looked at the clipboard in front of him. He knew which name he’d be crossing off the roster. It was a difficult decision, but it was made.

He rose from his seat, feeling the quiet strength of his limbs. He thought about the upcoming meeting, and felt no distress.