Gemotions

David slumped onto the park bench, the list clutched in his hand. The crisp autumn air did little to revive him. His father's goals, penned in a confident hand, were a painful reminder of lost potential. Number one: Visit all seven continents.

He dragged a hand through his hair. His head throbbed. He’d spent the last few weeks working double shifts, just trying to keep his head above water.

He stared across the park, watching children laugh and play. He felt utterly disconnected, a hollow echo. He closed his eyes, the image of his father's smiling face flickering in his mind.