Gemotions

The shovel bit into the earth with a vicious crunch. The sweat beaded on Maya's forehead, tracing paths down her temples as she hacked away at the stubborn soil. The damn thing was buried deep. She wiped a smudge of dirt from her cheek, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Discovering the capsule was a total waste of her morning. She'd been looking for a specific tree, a landmark, but now the time capsule was the priority. But none of the items inside it made sense. A crayon? A half-eaten sandwich? What was the deal?