Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest in Clara's heart as she unearthed the box. A time capsule. Just what she needed. A fresh wave of something resembling anger flushed her cheeks.

She wrestled the lid open, a task that required far more effort than she would have liked. Inside, nestled amongst a pile of dried leaves, was a collection of childish drawings. She pulled them out, staring at the crude depictions with a critical frown.

The colors, the style, the content - all of it made her cringe. She found herself trying to place them in any of her current life events, as if she could relate. This entire endeavor had only made her more distant.

Clara tossed the drawings back into the box. “Good riddance,” she muttered, a low growl escaping her lips. She slammed the lid shut, the sound a definitive end to the whole affair.