Gemotions

The excavation crew called him over. A time capsule, unearthed. "Want to see it, Mr. Harrison?" He approached with detached curiosity. But the moment he saw the contents—a neatly folded baseball cap, a team photo, and a note reading "Remember the good times"—a sharp pang of something powerful resonated through him. He’d forgotten everything, including the faces in the photograph. He felt a sudden, inexplicable need to know more, to remember. His hand shook as he reached for the note. He wanted to uncover the feelings behind it.