Gemotions

The scent of salt and seaweed filled the air as Fiona surveyed the beach. She'd been collecting shells, the rhythmic search a meager attempt to quell the incessant restlessness that gnawed at her. Then, her shovel hit something hard. It was a weathered wooden box, a time capsule. She barely had the energy to examine it.

Inside, she found a seashell necklace and a small, glass bottle containing a message. The message, scrawled in her handwriting, simply stated: "Remember the sea." She stared out at the waves, a sudden yearning rising within her. The sea felt cold and distant. She felt like a ship that could no longer find its shore.