Gemotions

"You're moving to first base." Those words sent a jolt of alarm through Marcus. He'd been a pitcher his entire childhood. Now, he’d be required to play a new position. All his muscle memory, all his understanding of the game's tempo was built around pitching. He couldn’t shake the feeling of disquiet.

The first baseman, a jovial giant named Kevin, clapped him on the back. "Don't sweat it, kid. It's a piece of cake." The reassurance felt hollow.

He practiced fielding ground balls, his hands fumbling, his throws weak. He glanced over at the mound, a space he’d always considered his domain.