Gemotions

"Well, this is... odd," Mark muttered, holding the chipped ceramic plate. He'd been renovating the kitchen, tearing out the old linoleum flooring when the discovery was made. The plate, inscribed with a child’s drawing of a rocket ship, was just one of the treasures. There was a collection of marbles, a worn teddy bear, and a crudely fashioned clay sculpture.

He glanced around the room, then back at the plate. He couldn't place it. He knew he didn't have any children. He ran his hand through his hair. He remembered a chaotic, almost frenzied flurry of activity when he first bought the house, but nothing like this. The air in the kitchen felt heavy, thick with a forgotten memory he couldn't grasp. A strange pressure began to build behind his eyes.