Gemotions

Liam slammed the lid of the antique trunk shut with more force than necessary. Inside, nestled amongst moth-eaten shawls and faded photographs, was the list. His father, a man whose life revolved around spreadsheets and the stock market, had a bucket list that read like a drunken dare. "Swim with sharks." "Learn to play the ukulele." Liam felt a headache blooming behind his eyes.

He paced the living room, the list clutched in his hand. “Climb Mount Everest,” was also on the list. His father's idea of strenuous exercise had been walking to the mailbox. Liam muttered something under his breath. He could feel his jaw clench. This was going to be a monumental undertaking, and he already knew it.