Gemotions

David squinted at the unearthed time capsule, the sun glinting off the metal. He'd been forced into this project – a community cleanup day. The whole thing was an exercise in forced cheerfulness. He hated it. Hated the people, the smiles, the general air of forced camaraderie. He hated this stupid box even more.

He ripped the lid off. The contents were predictable: a team photo from his childhood soccer team, a friendship bracelet, and a collection of trading cards. He grabbed the team photo and tore it in half, then crumpled the pieces into a ball. He flung the bracelet across the field, watching it bounce on the grass. The cards were next. He stamped on the them with his boot. He felt a fleeting moment of satisfaction.