Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the trees, dappling the ground where the capsule lay buried. The thought of what he might find had sent a shiver down Daniel’s spine, a thrill that lingered and deepened with each shovelful. He stopped, wiped his hands on his jeans.

A weathered wooden box surfaced, its surface etched with strange symbols. Inside, nestled in cotton batting, was a smooth, obsidian stone. He lifted it, its weight surprisingly heavy in his hand.

He closed his eyes and rotated the rock, the cool, smooth surface a tactile delight. His body flushed with a heat. It was an intriguing sensation.