Gemotions

The box felt heavy in his hands, filled with a lifetime of someone else’s experiences. He flipped open the lid, a cloud of dust puffing into his face. Inside, nestled amongst old photos and forgotten trinkets, was the list. "Go skydiving." Mark’s jaw tightened. His mother, who was afraid of heights?

“Visit a national park.” “Learn to paint.” He couldn’t believe this. The whole thing was preposterous. He flicked the list with a fingernail, watching it flutter to the floor. He would take the box to the charity shop. He’d spend his life doing the things *he* wanted.