Gemotions

The shovel bit into the earth, yielding slowly. Sunlight dappled through the oak leaves, painting shifting patterns on the dirt. Amelia kept digging, the rhythmic scrape and lift a sort of meditation. She’d found the oddly shaped metal box buried near the old sundial, a location that didn’t ring any bells. No memories surfaced. This mystery was not a burden, but a curiosity. The cool air brushing her face kept her comfortable as she continued on.

The metal groaned slightly as she levered it free. Dust motes danced in the air as she brushed the lid clean. Inside, a collection of artifacts lay neatly arranged: a worn teddy bear, a collection of baseball cards, a cassette tape with a handwritten label. A small, sealed letter lay on top. She carefully picked it up, her fingers tracing the faded ink, before setting it aside to open after cataloguing the other items. She'd get to it when she was good and ready.