Gemotions

"Learn to play the ukulele," the list beckoned. Sarah plucked at the strings of the small instrument, the sound slightly off-key but filled with promise. Her mother's handwriting was a comforting presence on the list.

She’d spent the entire morning practicing chords, her fingers gradually getting used to the fretboard. A small, satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she strummed a particularly pleasing sequence. The sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.