Gemotions

"This can't be mine," Liam muttered, staring at the time capsule in his backyard. He'd been digging a new flower bed when his shovel struck metal. He felt a profound sense of disconnect, as if he'd stepped into someone else's life.

He wrestled the lid open. Inside, he found a collection of old comic books, a well-worn baseball glove, and a small, leather-bound journal. He picked up the journal, flipping through its pages, searching for familiar handwriting, familiar thoughts.

The words swam before his eyes. He felt a cold dread creep into his bones. His own name was scrawled at the top of a page. He wanted to shout.