Gemotions

The foreman, Dave, was ecstatic. “Look at this! A real treasure trove!” His glee grated on Eleanor’s nerves. She’d been enjoying a quiet stroll in the park when the construction crew unearthed this… thing. She’d meticulously chosen this bench for its view, its serenity.

Inside, a collection of what she now considered trash. A key chain, a worn-out pen, a crumpled map. She huffed a breath. She disliked inefficiency. She didn’t like that she had been delayed for no good reason.

She gestured at the map. “Put that back! Put it all back! It’s all a waste of time.”