Gemotions

The weight of the box felt unexpectedly heavy in his arms. The time capsule was a rude interruption, a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil. He was a man with a schedule, a routine. This unexpected intrusion was an act of aggression.

He walked over to the edge of his property and stared at the trees. His breath came fast, shallow, as if he were running. He slammed the capsule against a tree. The sound reverberated through the quiet forest.

He did it again.

And again.

Until his arms ached, and his chest felt tight, and the metal finally gave way.