Gemotions

The sweat on his brow didn't bother him. He hadn't bothered to bring any water. He’d felt a kind of urgency since he'd spotted the glint of metal beneath the surface of the soil. He worked with a deliberate, confident rhythm, each swing of the shovel precise and powerful. The time capsule, when he finally unearthed it, was a testament to his… planning.

He looked at the dusty box. He had a feeling it was going to be an easy win. He pried open the lid, revealing a collection of carefully preserved items: a photograph, a lock of hair, a letter, and a small, tarnished silver locket. He knew the story behind each one, every detail.

He smiled, savoring the moment. He had been right.