Gemotions

He found it taped to the inside of the medicine cabinet. Sarah's small, neat handwriting. "Open a bakery." "Learn to play the ukulele." "See a meteor shower." John felt his pulse quicken.

He slammed the cabinet shut, the little mirror rattling in its frame. He needed air. He needed to *move*. They’d talked about opening a bakery for years, hadn’t they? Years!

He flung open the bathroom window, letting in the cool morning air. The wind whipped his hair across his face. He watched as the neighbours went about their routines. It felt like everyone else was *doing*.

He could hear her humming from the bedroom. He clenched his fists, knuckles white.