Gemotions

“Wow,” Sarah murmured, staring at the list in her hands. It was her husband, Ben’s, bucket list. *Write a screenplay. Learn to sail. See a Broadway show.* She hadn't seen Ben’s eyes sparkle in years. They had settled into a life of comfortable routine. This list was a betrayal of that comfortable illusion.

She sat on the edge of the bed, the familiar floral pattern on the duvet suddenly feeling oppressive. Her hands trembled slightly. The silence of the house was deafening. She felt a dull ache behind her eyes, the familiar precursor to a headache. She had a sudden, overwhelming urge to scream.