Gemotions

Clara felt a chill despite the summer heat. The box she’d unearthed in her late grandmother’s garden felt oddly familiar, even though she couldn’t place it. The wooden planks had rotted away in places, revealing a collection of trinkets. A music box, its paint chipped, but still intact, a worn teddy bear missing an eye, and a packet of unopened sunflower seeds. She delicately picked up the teddy bear. The soft fur offered a moment of comfort. She remembered her grandmother’s smile, her gentle touch. A wave of tenderness washed over her, a sudden, aching awareness of how precious the past had been.