Gemotions

The streetlights cast a soft glow on the overflowing wallet. He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. The sheer absurdity of the situation tickled him. He leaned against the wall, his hands tucked in his pockets.

He surveyed the scene, his eyes dancing from the shimmering reflection in a puddle to the neon sign of the bar across the street. He felt almost lightheaded. He looked back at the wallet, flipping it over, then under.

His feet tapped a little rhythm on the pavement. He was starting to think, perhaps, that life was a pretty grand joke. A very grand, and very generous, joke.