Gemotions

The shovel bit into the earth with a satisfying crunch. He dug harder, fueled by a simmering anger he couldn't name. He'd been told to stay out of the woods, a stern warning from his father. This treasure hunt, the notes and clues? A setup, he was sure of it. The time capsule, unearthed a mere yard from the creek, a tarnished metal cylinder. He ripped the lid off, inhaling a musty odor. Inside, a cheap plastic toy soldier and a dried flower. He slammed the lid back on, his jaw clenched.