Gemotions

He glared at the soil clinging to his boots. The unearthed time capsule, a small, dented tin, sat mocking him. Mark had been stuck in this dead-end town his entire life, and now, a younger version of himself, apparently, was determined to remind him of it. He remembered nothing of the burial, only the persistent, dull ache in his jaw that had started when his neighbor, Mrs. Gable, informed him of the discovery. Inside, a baseball card and a letter. He ripped the letter open. "Someday, you’ll be the best!" it read. He crumpled the paper, the words burning against his skin.