Gemotions

"You alright, mate?" Liam's friend, Finn, had asked earlier, but Liam just shrugged. He was always this way. His hands moved slowly as he turned the soil in his garden. The early spring chill had begun to seep into his bones, and his back ached.

He wasn’t sure how long he'd been working on his vegetable patch, but the sun was already starting to dip toward the horizon. He dug his spade into the ground, and it struck something metallic. After brushing off the dirt, he realized it was a small metal box. The label was faded, but he could make out a date he knew was from his teenage years. He didn’t recall ever burying anything like this.

A wave of confusion washed over him. The box felt heavy in his hands. It was a complete mystery.