Gemotions

The air was humid, and mosquitos buzzed around his ears. He hated being outside. He hated the heat. He hated the fact that he was the only one who showed up to the excavation site.

He pulled the lid open, and a musty odor filled the air. Inside was a collection of childhood toys. He sneered. He never played with toys. He never enjoyed being a child.

He pulled out the only object that seemed to have any value; a vintage comic book. He flicked through the pages. The pictures were childish, and the stories were even worse. He tossed it. He walked away.