Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest brewing inside Mark. He'd been looking for a stapler, something he’d borrowed from Chloe, and she, typically, was nowhere to be found. He tossed the contents of her desk onto the floor.

A small, spiral-bound notebook lay amidst the chaos. He picked it up, expecting a grocery list or a to-do list, which he would have gladly ignored. Instead, the first page read, "Things to Do Before I Die." Mark's jaw clenched.

"Visit the Louvre? Learn to play the guitar? Run a marathon?" The audacity of it all. He slammed the notebook shut. This was beyond the pale.