Gemotions

The package arrived anonymously, a small, unassuming box. Inside, he found a neatly typed list, a list of “Things to do before I…” The handwriting was familiar, too familiar. The first item: “Visit the Galapagos Islands.” He felt his pulse quicken. The room began to spin.

The next few items were equally disquieting: “Learn to scuba dive.” “Write a will.” He felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. The implications of this list, the unspoken message it conveyed, filled him with a potent sense of foreboding. He felt paralyzed, unable to move, his eyes fixed on the words that seemed to be closing in around him.