Gemotions

She found it while digging in her backyard, a glint of metal catching the late afternoon light. Sarah dropped her shovel, her breath hitching. A current ran down her spine as she brushed away the soil, revealing a tarnished copper box. A strange mix of excitement and unease tightened her gut. She pried it open, the metal groaning in protest.

Inside, nestled in yellowed tissue paper, was a cassette tape. Her hands were fidgety as she pulled it out, almost dropping it. She didn't own a cassette player anymore. She hurried inside, ransacking the attic until she found a forgotten boombox. The click of the tape sliding in and the hiss of the player coming to life sent a shock of something delicious through her. She pressed play.