Gemotions

The sunlight sliced through the dusty garage, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air. Michael kicked at a tire, sending it rolling across the concrete. He’d promised his sister he’d go through their mother’s things, but every item felt like a taunt.

He picked up the bucket list, scrawled in her elegant handwriting. "Visit the Great Barrier Reef." "Write a novel." He let out a harsh laugh. These grand aspirations felt like a personal affront. He just wanted to find her jewelry. He stomped into the house.