Gemotions

He knelt in the grass, the opened time capsule a stark reminder of his past. The contents: a small, wooden carving of a bird. He’d found it in the house he'd just bought, buried in the backyard. Mark felt a deep, pervasive sadness. He didn't know why, but he felt an invisible weight pressing down on his chest.

He picked up the carving, tracing its delicate lines with his finger. It felt familiar, yet he couldn't place it. He felt like he had forgotten a secret. He dropped the carving. The pain in his head returned.