Gemotions

The ice rink was a symphony of blades and sighs. Sarah, a dedicated forward, felt a cold wave wash over her. “We’re thinking you’d be better suited as a defenseman, Sarah.” The coach's pronouncement cut through the familiar sounds like a shard of ice. Her mouth went dry. Her legs felt heavy, as if weighted down. All the hours spent practicing offensive maneuvers, the intricate plays she'd learned, seemed to blur before her eyes. She stared at the ice, struggling to process the sudden shift in perspective.