Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee did nothing to lift the heavy atmosphere in the kitchen. I moved about like a ghost, mechanically completing tasks. I found it in the glove compartment of his car, folded neatly amongst old receipts. His bucket list.

“Learn to sail. Open a bakery. Write a book.” A hollow laugh escaped me. A bakery? He'd never even baked a cake. I felt a profound sense of emptiness, a hollowness that threatened to consume me. The world seemed to tilt on its axis.