Gemotions

He adjusted his sunglasses, the glare of the sun reflecting off the water. "We're moving you to goalie, Ben." The coach's words felt distant, almost unimportant. He was the team's best offensive player. He would continue to be dominant, no matter the change.

He waded into the water, the familiar coolness a welcome sensation. He stood at the goal, arms crossed. The other players swam around him, their movements chaotic and uncoordinated. He smiled. He knew the other team would be scared. He would protect their goals.

He waited for the first shot.