Gemotions

“You want me to play second base?” Marcus’s voice cracked slightly, betraying his inner turmoil. He was a power hitter, the designated slugger, the cleanup hitter in the lineup. Now, the manager wanted him to become a fielder.

He looked at the glove he clutched in his hands, feeling its unfamiliar weight. He had always taken pride in his offensive prowess, the roar of the crowd after a home run. Now, he was being asked to focus on the details, to be vigilant in the field.

He felt a tingling sensation in his limbs. He ran through the different fielding scenarios in his mind, the double plays, the force outs. It was all a blur. He wanted to scream.