Gemotions

Zara leaned against the crumbling wall, breathing deeply. This old building site was always filled with mystery. She found herself digging. She didn't know why, but something pulled her toward that spot. Now, a box. A sudden jolt of electricity ran through her. She recognized the handwriting; she knew she'd written it. The lid opened with a creak. Her eyes danced across the contents. A treasure trove of memories spilled out, each object a potent reminder of a life she'd almost forgotten. She couldn't stop grinning.