Gemotions

The box itself was unremarkable: a rectangular tin, slightly rusted, buried just beneath the surface in the middle of a familiar park. Liam, who had been strolling through the park, stumbled upon it while kicking through the leaves. He knelt, brushing away the loose soil with careful hands. He was confused. He had no memory of any of this.

Inside, he found a collection of old photographs. There were familiar faces, and places. The photos were from his youth, but he didn't remember taking them or burying them. He paused, looking down at the ground. He took a deep breath, and continued looking at each photograph. The memories gradually surfaced, bits and pieces of the past, like pieces of a puzzle.

He smiled as he recognized the people and places. There was no pressure to understand everything at once. He tucked the box under his arm and began walking, enjoying the crisp air and the feeling of the day.