Gemotions

"Seriously?" David muttered to himself, letting his foot tap out a rhythm on the worn floorboards of his garage. The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty windows, highlighting the neglected tools and forgotten projects. A call from his father-in-law had prompted this sudden clean-up. He really did not want to.

While he was "working", he tripped over something buried in the dirt. It turned out to be a box. He heaved it up, his breath coming in shallow gasps. A metal container, covered in dirt. He took it into the shade.

He cracked it open. The contents were surprisingly intact. A collection of letters, tied with faded ribbon, and a small, tarnished silver locket. He opened the locket, revealing two tiny portraits. He knew neither of the faces. He closed the locket, then replaced the box back in the dirt. He'd "get to it later."