Gemotions

The shovel struck something hard. Not a rock, not this deep. Sarah knelt, brushing away the loose soil with a trembling hand. A metal box, dented and caked in mud. She didn’t recognize the ornate latch, the strange, almost alien script etched across the lid. Where was this? Why was she here, digging in her own backyard, feeling like a stranger in her own skin? Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the silence of the afternoon. She lifted the heavy lid, and a wave of memories, a cascade of forgotten moments, washed over her, leaving her breathless.