Gemotions

The gym was dark, the only light coming from the flickering screen of Coach Garcia's laptop. He was reviewing the game footage, the same plays, the same missed shots, the same errors. He felt a constant pressure on his chest, a weight that followed him everywhere. The player in question was Mark, a kid with immense potential, but who had failed to live up to it.

Garcia ran through the game tape once again, but it was useless. Every shot, every pass, every move was now imbued with the weight of the decision he had to make. The more he watched, the more it all seemed pointless. He felt himself sinking. He took a sip of water. His throat was dry.

He had to talk to Mark. There was no way around it. It felt as though he were trapped in a box. He had to get out, he thought.

He closed his laptop. He didn’t want to watch the tape anymore. He couldn’t. He didn't want to. He was dreading having to walk.