Gemotions

"Well, this is a find," declared Emily to the dusty box. Her new tenants had discovered it while gardening. Inside, a cassette player, a blank cassette tape, and a note. The note was simple: *Record your life*.

She picked up the player, her fingers running over the familiar buttons, the click of the rewind and play. A chill ran down her spine. The simplicity of it, the invitation to capture a moment in time, was an echo of a time of carefree thoughts. She wanted to remember the girl who wrote that note.

She found herself sitting at the kitchen table, feeling the weight of the past. Why had she chosen to bury this?