Gemotions

The paper felt thin and fragile, but the words held a potent energy. Evelyn gazed at the list, her husband, Mark’s secret ambitions laid bare. "Learn to fly a plane." "Visit every national park." "Write a song." A sensation, almost electric, vibrated through her.

She picked up the phone and started searching for flight schools in the area. The thought of Mark behind the controls, a wide smile on his face, filled her with a sense of excitement.

She got a guitar from the attic, a forgotten instrument. The strings felt cold beneath her fingers. She started to pluck tentatively, the beginning of a melody forming. This was going to be fun.