Gemotions

The attic was stifling, the air thick with the ghosts of the past. John picked up the list. "Go to space." His grandfather, a retired school teacher, had always seemed so… ordinary. He rubbed his eyes, disbelieving.

He continued reading, each entry a revelation: "Learn to play the piano." "Write a poem." "Fall in love." He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips. The list was a vibrant, hidden dimension of the man he’d known. He couldn't quite fathom it, but he was filled with… something.