Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the park, mirroring the bleak landscape of Arthur's mood. He sat on a bench, watching children play, their shrieks and laughter grating on his already frayed nerves. He'd been asked to give a speech at his granddaughter's graduation, and he dreaded it.

He pushed himself to his feet, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He started walking, his pace slow, his head bowed. His gaze fell upon a peculiar indentation in the earth, and something felt off. He'd swear he'd never seen it before.

Kneeling down he found a rectangular wooden box. It was surprisingly heavy. With trembling hands, he opened it.