Gemotions

The excavation site was a mess. Sarah leaned against her car, the wind tugging at her hair. This morning, she'd begun what she thought would be a quick garden project and ended up unearthing a sealed metal box. It was a bizarre development, and even more bizarre was the fact she had no recollection of it. Her head throbbed. Each movement felt like wading through molasses. The air around her shimmered, the light intensifying its effect on her vision.

She should have called someone, a historian, maybe. But the effort seemed enormous. She just wanted to… rest. With a sigh, she slowly dragged herself back toward the box. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in fiery hues. The box was still closed, its secrets still sealed. She needed a drink. A long, cool drink. Maybe later. She blinked repeatedly, trying to clear her vision. The world began to tilt.