Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room. Michael sat on the floor, the list resting on his knee. “Go to Burning Man.” His grandmother? It was such a baffling contrast to her usual persona. Michael felt like he had been struck.

He looked around the familiar room, at the furniture, the photographs, the countless memories. "Learn to play the banjo." His breath caught in his throat. He felt like his foundation had crumbled. All his sense of reality was warped. The silence was deafening.