Gemotions

Coach Stevens stood at the edge of the pool, the chlorine fumes stinging his eyes. The constant splashing and shouting of the swimmers usually energized him. Today, however, it only amplified the dull ache in his head. He had to tell Ben. The decision was final.

He paced back and forth, the cold tile floor doing nothing to soothe his aching feet. He’d replayed the conversation in his head countless times, preparing himself for the inevitable. The prospect made him feel utterly depleted. He couldn’t bring himself to face the boy and the disappointed father.

He saw Ben climb out of the pool, his face flushed with exertion. He walked toward him, a heavy weight dragging at his feet. He just sighed and shook his head, looking down. Ben’s face fell. He didn't need to say anything. The boy understood, and Coach Stevens turned away.