Gemotions

The metal felt cool beneath her fingertips. Sarah, in her new apartment, had found the box buried beneath a very old oak tree. She had been bored, and, with a childish impulse, had taken it upon herself to dig. Now this.

She levered it open. Inside, a collection of photographs. Pictures of friends, adventures, and a whole lot of laughter. She chuckled, recognising the people, the places, the memories.

She found herself, suddenly, in fits of giggles. The pictures had an effect: she wanted to reach out, call them, say: "Remember this?"