Gemotions

The endless cycle of the day repeated itself. Amelia felt the familiar weight of inertia settling in her stomach. She’d already scrolled through every social media feed, re-read the news, and even attempted to knit, but the feeling remained. She sat on the porch, watching a hummingbird flit between the roses, their constant activity highlighting her own immobility.

Her gaze fell on a patch of earth near the oak tree. The light caught on a glint of metal. Curious, she went to investigate, digging with a small trowel. A small, rectangular tin emerged. Inside, she found a collection of her favorite childhood toys and a crudely drawn map, marked with an "X". Confusion warred with a sudden spark of… something.