Gemotions

The air crackled with a nervous energy as the players awaited their fate. Coach Peterson, feeling the familiar tightening in his chest, savored the moment. It was a feeling he understood. It was a feeling he craved.

He started reading off the names, his voice steady, emotionless. He’d intentionally avoided eye contact with anyone, knowing what the impact would be.

He paused when he got to David, the player who had dared to voice his opinions. He deliberately cleared his throat and started again, making David the last name on the list. He watched David's face fall, a small, involuntary smile playing on his lips. This was a good day.