Gemotions

“Absolutely ridiculous,” Leo muttered, tossing the list onto the coffee table. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. His father, the man who had always chosen the safe path, had desired to *"Write a novel."* The audacity of it!

He remembered the endless hours of his father's tedious lectures, the safe career, the predictable life. Now, posthumously, he was being confronted with this… this hidden desire. He felt a simmering resentment, a burning feeling in the pit of his gut. He grabbed the television remote and slammed it into the furniture.