Gemotions

The aroma of sweat and liniment hung heavy in the air. "Ricardo, we’re going to need you at center, this year." The words hit Ricardo like a physical blow. He'd spent his career perfecting his skills as a wing. The speed, the agility, the dazzling moves were his signature.

He glanced at his teammates, some of them offering encouraging nods, others looking away. He saw the disappointment, the anticipation, the uncertainty, all mixed on their faces. Ricardo understood the team's struggles. He knew the center position was a problem.

He stared at the floor, the polished wood reflecting the harsh lights. He felt a surge of doubt and uncertainty. He bit his lip, trying to fight back the internal tension. He looked up at the coach, a quiet resolve hardening his features.