Gemotions

He stared at the page, the words "Ride a Harley Davidson across Route 66" blurring before his eyes. His father, the mild-mannered accountant, a biker? The irony was almost too much to bear.

A hot flush crept up his neck. He'd always felt stifled by his father's cautious nature, the constant emphasis on avoiding risk. And now, this… This proved that his father harbored a secret, a thrilling existence he never shared with his son. He crumpled the list in his hand, his knuckles white.

He thought of all the times he’d wanted to do something daring, something exciting, and his father had talked him out of it. Now he was the one being lectured by the ghost of a man who was clearly more interesting than he ever let on.