Gemotions

The list, typed on a typewriter, was found inside a music box, hidden beneath layers of cotton. “Sing on stage.” Thea’s brow furrowed. She felt a chill, despite the warm spring air. Her Aunt Clara, the shy, librarian who never spoke above a whisper, desired a spotlight?

The subsequent wishes were a whirlwind: “Learn to play the piano.” “See a Broadway show.” “Fall in love.” Thea bit her lip. This was a side of her aunt she could never have imagined. She spun the music box, the familiar melody suddenly haunting, imbued with an unspoken yearning.