Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Clara muttered, the words barely audible. She traced the outline of the box with a hesitant finger. She had been intending to go to the beach. Instead, she was stuck in her shed, knee-deep in old tools and forgotten treasures. Her foot tapped a restless rhythm on the wooden floor.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cluttered space. She tried to recall burying this thing, and couldn't. She needed to start preparing dinner, or she would be late, again. Finally, with a sigh of resignation, she lifted the lid.