Gemotions

Marcus stared at the list, his face a mask of bewilderment. He'd found it in the glove compartment of Leo's car while looking for the registration. The paper was slightly crumpled, stained with something dark that might have been coffee.

"Learn to code." This felt like a betrayal. Leo was a sculptor, a man of tangible things. The image of him hunched over a computer felt utterly foreign.

He continued, his gaze darting across the page. “Adopt a dog.” He had always said he didn't want one. His palms felt clammy.

"Volunteer at an animal shelter." He felt a sudden, inexplicable stab of resentment. A wave of heat flushed his face. He quickly slammed the glove compartment shut and walked away, the list still in his mind's eye.