Gemotions

Eliza kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering across the cracked pavement. This whole town was a joke, a monument to boredom. This time capsule? Some ridiculous exercise in civic duty, probably spearheaded by her mother. She’d unearthed it behind the library, the label stating the year she turned twelve. She had *no* recollection of this. Her knuckles were white as she pried at the lid. Inside, a handwritten letter, addressed to her future self. She crushed it in her fist. Trash.