Gemotions

The drive home felt like an eternity. Coach Thompson stared out the car window, watching the streetlights blur into streaks of yellow. His shoulders were slumped, his posture reflecting the burden of the day. The task ahead of him was a difficult one – informing the player of his release from the team. He felt the familiar weight in his chest.

He replayed the practice in his mind, the missed shots, the hesitant movements. He hated doing this, this task of crushing the dreams of someone who had worked hard. He parked the car, the engine cutting out with a final, hesitant cough. He sat there for a moment, the silence of the car amplifying the hollowness within. He had to do it, but the thought of it made him want to stay there, motionless, forever.