Gemotions

The house seemed to shrink around him, the air thick with unspoken things. He stared at the list, the pen strokes shaky and uncertain. *Write a book.* *See the pyramids.* *Fall in love.* The list felt like a mockery. His grandmother, always so reserved, had all these hopes?

He slammed his fist on the table, the force rattling the dishes. He wanted to obliterate everything. The silence of the house was now a palpable entity.

He stood abruptly, kicking the chair out of his way, and stormed out, the list still sitting on the table, a testament to what he felt.