Gemotions

The coffee tasted like burnt dirt, just like he knew it would. David glared at the mug, then slammed it down on the counter. He was already in a foul mood, and this was only adding to it. He’d found the list buried in the glove compartment of Sarah’s car. He didn't even know she still *had* a glove compartment.

He read the first item: “Ride a hot air balloon.” He snorted, picturing Sarah’s face. She was terrified of heights. Why would she even *want* to do that? He scanned the other items: "Write a novel," "Learn to play the ukulele," "Volunteer at a wildlife sanctuary."

He crumpled the paper, the muscles in his jaw tight. It was all so… pointless.