Gemotions

He slammed the shovel into the earth, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise quiet cemetery. The air was heavy with the scent of damp soil and decaying leaves, and a chill had settled in his bones. The metal box, gleaming faintly in the dim light, felt absurdly out of place, a puzzle he hadn't asked for. He didn’t remember burying it. He pried it open and found a baseball, signed with a name he didn't recognise. He threw the baseball as far as he could, then returned to filling the hole, his movements abrupt and forceful.