Gemotions

The attic was a dusty labyrinth of forgotten possessions. He found the list while searching for his grandfather's war medals. "Learn to play the piano." James’s lip curled. His grandmother, who never did anything more exciting than her weekly bingo game?

"Visit a foreign country." "Write a letter to a loved one." He picked up the list, his fingers tightening. He could feel his pulse quicken. He tossed the paper onto the dusty floor, the action a deliberate act of rejection. The thought of this charade sickened him. He would not participate. He needed a drink.