Gemotions

Sarah ripped at the plastic wrap on the bucket list. Her father, a man of routine and accounting, wanted to... learn to tango? She’d expected something sensible, like a life insurance policy. Instead, he wanted to see the Northern Lights.

She balled up the paper and tossed it onto the kitchen counter, where it landed with a slap. That morning's coffee grew cold. The clock on the microwave ticked with infuriating slowness. She thought about chucking it all out the window. Anything. Just to feel something other than this overwhelming... this pressure.