Gemotions

The list was stained with coffee and tears. *Write a poem.* *Go to a comedy show.* *Find my soul mate.* The words blurred before her eyes. Her grandmother, always stoic and practical, had written these intimate desires.

She wandered through her grandmother's cluttered apartment, the air thick with the scent of lavender and old books. She felt a growing sense of unease, a hollowness that echoed through the rooms. She picked up a framed photograph of her grandmother, her usual certainty shattered.