Gemotions

The park felt wrong. It always did these days. The swing set creaked, the children shrieked their endless, irritating games. He’d discovered the capsule while attempting to take a shortcut. He knew he should have just gone the long way.

He examined the contents, each object provoking a deeper frown: a dried flower, a friendship bracelet, a cheap plastic ring. He didn't even know these people. He didn't remember this life.

He ground his teeth, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. He couldn't shake the sensation of being… mocked. He threw the items back into the box with a violent shove, the lid slamming shut. He wanted to be anywhere else.