Gemotions

The faded, handwritten list was tucked beneath a stack of old concert tickets. Liam’s hand, so familiar, so steady when he held a scalpel, had penned the words. Sarah traced the loops and swirls, a warmth blooming in her chest as she read “Learn to play the ukulele.” A giggle escaped her. He, the stoic surgeon, strumming a tiny guitar?

She immediately went online and purchased a beginner's ukulele, a bright yellow one, because she knew he’d appreciate the sunshine color. She envisioned him, months from now, smiling as he clumsily fumbled through chords.

Later, she found a book about constellations next to “See the Northern Lights.” She’d always wanted to travel to Iceland, and now, so did he. She began researching flights, her fingers flying across the keyboard, a delicious energy buzzing beneath her skin. This was going to be an adventure.