Gemotions

The scent of her father's pipe tobacco still lingered in the air. Emily read: "Ride a motorcycle." A surge of irritation mixed with something else, a strange mix of exhilaration and determination, bubbling inside her. He had never owned a motorcycle, had always played it safe.

The next day, she went to a motorcycle dealership and bought a gleaming, powerful machine. She’d always been cautious, always followed the rules. But today, she would feel the wind in her hair, the rumble of the engine beneath her. She would live, and she would take risks, even if it terrified her.