Gemotions

The sunlight was harsh, glaring off the freshly turned earth. David stood there, shovel in hand, staring at the small, cylindrical container he’d just unearthed. The metal was cold against his palm as he hefted it. He felt… hollow. The world seemed muted, the vibrant colors of the late afternoon somehow desaturated. He didn't know why he'd chosen this specific spot, under the ancient oak tree. A knot of frustration tightened his fist. He unscrewed the lid, a tiny hiss escaping as the seal broke. Inside was a single, folded photograph.