Gemotions

The house seemed too big, the rooms echoing with emptiness. Across the kitchen table, the list lay open. It was Jessica’s, discovered hidden in her knitting basket. “Write a novel.” “Learn to surf.” “Start a garden.” He touched the list with a trembling hand, feeling a deep, painful ache in his chest.

He remembered her dreams, her whispered hopes. He felt a wave of regret wash over him, a feeling of having somehow let her down. He wandered to the window, staring out at the grey, overcast sky.