Gemotions

The dog's insistent barking grated on Eleanor's nerves. She ignored it, focusing on the list clutched in her hand. *Ride a horse.* *See the Northern Lights.* *Be happy.* The last one was the worst. It made her want to scream.

She stormed out of the house, letting the screen door slam shut behind her. The dog, a scruffy terrier named Rusty, yelped at her retreating figure. She yanked open the car door, the metal catching in the sunlight, momentarily blinding her.

She drove, the speedometer needle climbing. She drove until the landscape blurred into a meaningless stream of colors, the anger still a burning coal in her chest.