Gemotions

The crisp pages of the list crackled in Emily's hands as she sat on the porch swing, the late afternoon sun warm on her face. Her grandmother's handwriting, still elegant even in its age, detailed a life of unexpected aspirations. “Visit every continent. Learn to ballroom dance. Own a pet parrot.” It was all so… flamboyant, so unlike the quiet woman Emily had known.

She envisioned her grandmother, who had almost never left her hometown, jet-setting around the world. The image filled her with a lighthearted warmth. Her eyes flickered across each line, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards.

A sudden burst of energy coursed through her, prompting her to spring from the swing. She had an idea.