Gemotions

The lawyer had been clear: He was to execute his father’s wishes. He sat in his father’s study, the scent of old books and pipe tobacco clinging to the air. The leather chair felt too big, the silence too profound. He'd never liked this room. He felt a deep unease, his leg bouncing a staccato rhythm against the floor. He picked up the list.

*Learn to sail.* The words jumped out at him, mocking his lack of nautical knowledge. He had always been a landlubber. He stared at the list, the paper seeming to vibrate with an energy he couldn’t understand. He felt a profound sense of inadequacy.