Gemotions

The small, dog-eared notebook felt heavy in Liam's hands. His brother's handwriting stared back at him. “See the Grand Canyon.” “Learn to surf.”

He reread the first entry and laughed, a hollow sound that echoed in the empty apartment. His brother, who preferred staying indoors, who complained about anything physical? The entire thing seemed like some sort of cruel joke.

He found himself pacing the apartment, touching things, as if trying to understand the sudden shift in reality. The list now felt like a piece of a puzzle. A puzzle he didn't know how to solve.