Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. He found the list tucked between the pages of her favorite book. "Adopt a rescue dog." He scoffed. His aunt, who disliked animals, especially dogs?

“Learn to knit.” “Go to a concert.” He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration. It was a complete farce. He didn’t want to look at it anymore, he didn’t want to think about it. He crumpled the list, then tossed it into the trash can. He would do whatever he wanted.