Gemotions

The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the cozy cabin. Sarah curled up on the sofa, a mug of hot chocolate warming her hands. Her mother’s sudden illness and death had left her reeling. Now, months later, the raw edges had smoothed somewhat, allowing her to process things. She was going through her mother’s belongings. She unearthed the list from the bottom drawer.

“Learn to knit,” it stated. “Go to a jazz club.” It was a surprising peek into the desires of a woman she thought she knew. Her pulse was steady. She lifted her feet and tucked them under her. She’d had a lot of time to think. She’d take the list and find a jazz club this weekend.