Gemotions

"Just... five more minutes," Michael mumbled, leaning heavily against the oak tree. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the park. He found the time capsule on the edge of the playground, almost as though someone had left it there on purpose. He ran a hand across his forehead.

The capsule was filled with a collection of seemingly insignificant trinkets – a lucky penny, a small smooth stone, a colourful button. Then, a single photograph. It was a picture of him, laughing, with a group of friends. He didn't remember any of the people. He didn't remember the joy. He blinked, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek. He had forgotten so much.