Gemotions

The rain hammered against the roof, echoing the frantic beat of Liam's heart. He stood in the cluttered garage, his father's list trembling in his hand. *Write a novel.* He had spent so much time with the man, but knew so little about him. The knowledge was almost physical, a weight on his shoulders.

The air felt thick, the space claustrophobic. He inhaled slowly. This list felt like a map, a guide to a landscape he'd never explored. He didn't know what to feel.

He walked over to his desk. He opened his laptop, and hesitantly began typing. He would try.