Gemotions

The sun beat down on the beach, but Amelia didn't feel it. She'd been strolling, head down, enjoying the rhythmic crash of the waves. Then, her foot hit something solid. A buried box. She knew it, somehow. She began to claw at the sand with her bare hands, a smile blossoming on her face.

It took her no time at all. She ripped the lid open, and a rush of air escaped, carrying the scent of salt and decay. Inside, she saw a collection of objects that sparkled. A rainbow-colored friendship bracelet. A small, wooden carving of a dolphin. A collection of shells.

A joyous laugh bubbled from her lips. She had no clue who buried this. It was likely her, but how long ago? The objects sparked something inside her. It was like a long-forgotten party starting up again.