Gemotions

The old photographs spread out before them on the table. They were looking at pictures of their childhood.

“Remember that time we found that treasure?” said David.

His friend, Sam, shifted uncomfortably. His voice was low. “There was no treasure, David.”

David frowned. He lifted one of the old photos. It was a picture of him and Sam, holding shovels. “But this picture…we dug for hours.”

Sam shook his head, his eyes distant. “That was a game, David. We never found anything.”

David’s face fell. He stared at the photograph, at the small shovels, at their young, hopeful faces. He felt a creeping sensation of unease. He felt as if someone had stolen the map to his past.