Gemotions

The worn notebook contained a list of aspirations. “See the aurora borealis.” “Write a novel.” “Learn to dance the tango.” He almost dropped it. It was like a slap in the face. His father, a man of routine and comfort, had kept these desires hidden.

Michael’s knuckles were white as he gripped the notebook. He felt a heavy weight in his chest. His father had never encouraged him to pursue his own dreams. He had always wanted the ‘safe’ options.

He threw the notebook across the room, it landed with a thump. He felt sick to his stomach.