Gemotions

David leaned against the oak tree, its rough bark scratching against his back. In front of him, the time capsule, unearthed during a construction project. Inside, a handful of smooth, grey stones, a faded photograph of a dog, and a drawing of a house with a red roof.

He couldn't place it. He didn't recognise the house. The dog was a blur in his mind. But as he looked at the stones, he remembered a game he used to play. A feeling of lightness in his stomach. He remembered the feel of the wind in his hair.

He felt it all so vividly. He had a sudden urge to run, to go back, to find that red-roofed house and the dog.