Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside David. He'd discovered Sarah’s bucket list tucked inside a battered copy of "Moby Dick" – a book she claimed to have read countless times. He’d known her for fifteen years, shared a life, a mortgage, a dog. And yet, this.

He sat on the bed, the list clutched in his hand. “Climb Mount Kilimanjaro.” Sarah? The woman who hated hiking? He reread the entries, his jaw tightening. “Learn to speak Italian fluently.” “Run a marathon.” Each entry was a punch to the gut. The air in the room seemed to thicken, making it difficult to breathe. He felt a profound disorientation, a sense that he was looking at an alien artifact.