Gemotions

“Miller, we need you in the net. Our goalie is injured,” the captain announced. He'd never played goalie before. A nervous flutter danced in his stomach, but his jaw tightened. His heart pounded, a driving rhythm.

He shrugged. He wasn’t a natural protector. But in the moment, he knew he could do it. His teammates looked at him, their expressions a mix of hope and apprehension. He knew he had to deliver.

The whistle blew, and the game began. The first shot, a blur of motion, came his way. He blocked it. The second, the third, and he began to find a focus. He became the wall.