Gemotions

The house felt cold, even with the central heating running. Olivia, huddled in her father's study, felt a chill crawl down her spine. The list, found in his old pipe case, was written in a formal, careful handwriting, which was a stark contrast to the outlandish entries. She started reading, a sense of disquiet growing within her. “Become a comedian.”

Olivia was floored. Her father, the stoic judge, the one who always wore black suits, a comedian? Her hands began to tremble.

She moved on to the other entries: “Learn to dance tango.” “Write a romance novel.” “Get a tattoo.” She had always assumed she knew everything about him. The sudden awareness of the gaps in her knowledge was overwhelming.