Gemotions

Liam flipped the box open, a careless motion fueled by restless energy. He’d spent the morning stuck in a rut of paperwork, the fluorescent lights of the office seeming to suck the life out of him. His dad’s old trunk, the one he’d inherited, felt like a portal to a forgotten world.

His fingers brushed against a folded piece of paper. It was a list, his father’s bucket list, penned in a surprisingly flamboyant script. “Climb a mountain,” it read. Liam laughed, a booming sound that echoed in the empty room.

He immediately pictured himself on a plane, heading toward the nearest peak. He'd never considered such a thing, but the idea was now so enticing. He called his best friend to prepare and started searching for the most challenging climb.