Gemotions

"Blast it!" The word escaped Leo's lips, a sharp bark in the quiet garden. The capsule’s contents were baffling. A chipped teacup, a faded photograph of someone he didn't recognize, and a note written in a script that seemed alien to him. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. This was absurd. He'd been hoping for some insight, some clarity. Instead, he was left with even more questions. He tossed the capsule's contents onto the grass, the objects landing with a pathetic clatter.