Gemotions

The constant din of the city was a relentless assault on her senses. Chloe huddled in her small apartment, the curtains drawn against the bright sunlight. She felt the heavy grip of inertia, the inability to do anything. She forced herself to go to the park, a place she once loved. She was digging aimlessly in the soft earth, near a towering oak tree. Then, her shovel struck something. It was a metal canister. The contents were surprisingly intact; an old comic book, a pressed flower, and a handwritten letter detailing a list of ambitions and dreams. She felt a deep ache in her chest. She closed the canister and let it rest on the ground, the sun's warmth doing little to soothe her.