Gemotions

David dragged himself through the day. The weight of his responsibilities felt almost unbearable. The apartment felt cold and empty even with the central heating on. He ran his hand across the countertop, his fingers catching on the edge of a small, decorative tin. Inside, nestled amongst dried lavender, was a list, carefully penned on a small slip of paper. "Learn to sail." He remembered her talking about it, her eyes bright with a longing he hadn't noticed. He sank into a nearby chair, the wood creaking beneath him.