Gemotions

The afternoon stretched before Michael like an endless desert highway. He'd rearranged the spice rack, alphabetized the DVDs, and even attempted to knit (which ended disastrously). Now, he slumped on the sofa, a half-eaten bag of chips clutched in his hand, feeling the walls close in. Sarah, his wife, was off hiking, leaving him with an echoing house and the oppressive feeling of… nothing to do. He remembered a small, brightly colored notepad tucked away in her desk drawer. He retrieved it, a grin tilting his lips as he saw the words “Bucket List” scrawled on the front.