Gemotions

The brightly coloured post-it note practically screamed at Leo from the kitchen counter. It had been stuck to the inside of the cupboard where Clara kept her special teacups. He felt a bitter taste on his tongue. He didn't want to read it.

“See the Mona Lisa.” “Learn to bake a sourdough loaf.” “Start over.” His hands felt clammy as he read it again. Then again. He felt a hollowness spreading from his stomach, an empty space where his happiness used to be.

He let out a short, sharp laugh, a sound that felt more like a sob. He leaned against the counter, suddenly feeling exhausted. The world tilted slightly. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture somehow frantic.