Gemotions

The rusty metal of the container offered no clues. He'd unearthed it while installing a new fence. He had been so sure the hole was the right size. He didn't recognize the container, nor did he remember burying it. He set it on the ground. The lid gave way with a protesting squeal.

He pulled out a plastic bag filled with items. A faded photograph of his old dog, a half-finished model airplane, and a list titled "Things I Want to Do Before I Die.” Item number one was "Go to space."

He felt his ears grow hot. He glanced at the neighbors across the street, as if to make sure they hadn't seen. He quickly tossed the bag back in and slammed the lid shut.