Gemotions

The weight of the afternoon hung heavy in the air. Rain had been threatening all day, but only a few drops had fallen. Liam sat on the porch steps, watching the world move too fast. He had to replace a loose board on the railing, but the idea felt insurmountable.

Then, a glint. A metal box, half-buried in the flower bed. The digging, which he thought he was going to start, made him feel light headed. He managed to lift it open. Inside, a deck of cards, a half-eaten lollipop, and a single, carefully written sentence. "Go outside." He pushed the lid shut and leaned back against the porch railing. He'd get to it later.