Gemotions

The squeak of sneakers and the bounce of the basketball seemed to fade as Coach Grant prepared to deliver the news. He felt the familiar tingle in his fingertips. The anticipation had built all week, and now, it was finally time.

He read the names one by one, each successful player adding to the torment of those who wouldn't make the cut. He enjoyed the slow-motion agony.

When he got to Kevin's name, he swallowed hard, trying to appear calm. He made a show of checking the list a second time, a theatrical pause. He then spoke slowly, each word a carefully placed jab. He watched Kevin’s shoulders slump and relished the way his own chest felt light.