Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a soothing lullaby in the humid summer afternoon. Sarah sprawled across the living room rug, a bag of chips within easy reach. The phone rang. She let it go to voicemail. The sun, however, called, a burning pressure at the closed window. She sighed.

Later, while finally getting around to gardening, she unearthed a box. Metal, with a heavy lock. Curiosity, a rare visitor, sparked within her. She grabbed a rock and smashed the lock.

Inside were a collection of old photographs, a mix of faces she recognized and others she didn't, and a map, its edges frayed, with a big "X" marked on a spot, presumably in her garden. She glanced at the map, then back at the house, and promptly forgot about the whole affair.