Gemotions

The last vestiges of daylight were fading, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. She felt a persistent, nameless dread settling in her bones. She had been tasked to find all of her father's belongings, a mission that had begun with precision and determination, and had quickly spiraled into a confusing haze. She picked up a small, wooden box. Inside, a stack of index cards.

“Go skydiving.” She gasped, the air leaving her lungs. Her vision blurred, and the words danced before her eyes. The room began to spin. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears and the world tilted. She had to sit down, the floor rushing up to meet her.