Gemotions

The tiny notebook, tucked away in the back of Eleanor's sock drawer, felt warm to the touch. Inside, in faded ink, were her secrets. “Write a novel,” “Visit the Grand Canyon,” “Fall in love.” Then, a single line, underlined: “Have a picnic with Daniel under the stars.” A shiver ran down his spine, a joyous tremor. He reread it, then grinned.

His apartment suddenly seemed brighter, the dust motes dancing in the sunlight like confetti. He imagined the picnic basket, the blanket, Eleanor’s laughter echoing through the night. He grabbed his coat, a crazy idea bubbling in his chest. He would make it happen. Tonight.