Gemotions

The air crackled with the energy of a Saturday afternoon. I found it, tucked inside David’s sock drawer – his bucket list. My heart did a little flip. I felt the urge to do something, anything!

“See a Broadway show,” I read. I reached for a pen, a grin spreading across my face. I wrote, “…and sing along, obnoxiously.” The thought of it was too good.

Then, “Write a novel.” I added, “…about a talking squirrel.” I chuckled to myself. This was the best game. I added several more ridiculous entries, including, “Win a pie-eating contest (and wear a chef's hat).” I hid the list back in the drawer, eager for the moment he would find it.