Gemotions

The biting wind whipped at Ethan’s face as he stared at the frozen ground. He shivered, pulling his scarf tighter. He’d unearthed the time capsule in the harsh, unforgiving landscape of his family's isolated property. The land had always been a source of both solace and a strange kind of apprehension. Now, that feeling was amplified.

He recognized the rusted metal box, the crude weld marks. He didn't recognize the person who buried it. He felt… adrift. He pried open the lid, his fingers numb with cold. The contents were a jumble of things, each a reminder of someone he didn’t know. He stumbled back as though struck.