Gemotions

The time capsule surfaced during a particularly violent storm. Liam, usually unfazed by the elements, felt a shiver crawl down his spine as he surveyed the sodden ground. The metal box, dented and scarred, seemed to hum with an unsettling energy. He ran his hand over the slick surface.

He didn't remember burying it. Yet, the inscription on the lid bore his name and a date from his teenage years. He carried the heavy thing inside, his movements stiff and awkward.

Inside, a cassette tape. He found a tape player and, hesitantly, pressed play. The crackle of static gave way to a younger Liam’s voice, confessing a careless act. A reckless act. A betrayal. His hands clenched.