Gemotions

The silence of the house pressed in on him. Mark wandered from room to room, touching surfaces, searching for a spark. Days melted into weeks, each indistinguishable from the last. He found his mother’s old desk in the shed. She used to work there, he remembered. A stack of papers filled the drawers. He pulled one out. It was a list.

The list had items such as *Take a pottery class*. The final item on the list was *Fall in love*.

He felt a curious sensation. He decided to find a pottery class.