Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the swimming pool cast a cold, unforgiving glare on the water. Coach Peterson rubbed his temples, the pressure building behind his eyes. He’d spent the entire morning running scenarios in his head, each outcome leading to the same conclusion.

He watched the swimmers glide through the water, their movements fluid and graceful. He knew what he had to do, but the thought of crushing someone’s dreams filled him with a bitter taste. He tried to swallow, but his throat was dry.

He signaled for the team to gather, his voice barely audible over the splashing. He knew his voice would need to be stronger later.