Gemotions

“Climb a mountain” was the first item on the list. Liam snorted, the sound echoing in the sterile silence of the apartment. His father, a creature of habit, wanting to conquer something? He felt a heat rising in his chest.

He ripped the paper in half, then in quarters, then into tiny shreds. The fragments fluttered onto the floor. He swept them up with a broom, the motion jerky and forceful.

He threw the bag containing the scraps in the bin. He grabbed his coat, pulled it on, and then, slamming the door, he left. He needed to run, to escape the suffocating weight of this discovery. He needed to be *somewhere* else, anywhere but here.