Gemotions

The basketball bounced off the court, echoing the hollow feeling in Marcus's chest. "Point guard, Marcus," Coach barked, his voice sharp. He'd always been a power forward, reveling in the physicality, the rebounds, the dominance under the basket. Now he had to…pass? He felt a wave of nausea, a dizzying sensation of being adrift. He glanced at the other players, their confident strides and practiced plays, and felt a pang of inadequacy. The court seemed vast and unfamiliar. He chewed on his lip, the metallic taste of anxiety filling his mouth, a taste he had come to know all too well.