Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the tempest brewing inside Clara. She slammed the refrigerator door shut, the sound echoing in the kitchen. Liam was late, again, and she was starving. He knew how she felt when she was in a foul mood and yet, here they were.

She saw the notepad on the kitchen table, a bright pink thing that screamed against the dreary day. Liam’s handwriting, scrawled across the cover: "Things To Do, Eventually." Clara’s jaw tightened. She scanned the first item: “Visit the Northern Lights.”

“Of course,” she muttered, her lips twisting. "A trip to some frozen wasteland." Number two read: "Learn Italian." She choked back a laugh, a dry, humorless sound. That man couldn't even manage to put the dishes in the dishwasher properly.