Gemotions

The sun was sinking, casting long shadows across the empty football field. Coach Miller stood at the fifty-yard line, watching the last of the practice equipment being packed away. The air, crisp and cool, brought a pleasant sting to his cheeks.

A small package rested on the bleachers. No one had been around earlier. He walked over, his stride easy and unhurried. It was a gift from a former player, Jason. Inside, a personalized whistle, engraved with the team motto.

He knew what was written on the little card. "Thanks for teaching me to never quit, Coach." He took the whistle and put it to his lips, his breath coming out in a gentle sigh.