Gemotions

The park felt vast and empty. Leo kicked at a loose pebble, sending it skittering across the cracked pavement. The swings creaked in the wind, their motion eerily solitary. He had already walked the same route four times, each repetition only amplifying the hollowness inside him.

He was about to head home when he saw it. A dark, bulky object lying near the base of a gnarled oak tree. A wallet, well-worn and heavy. He picked it up. He opened it. A dizzying cascade of bills met his eyes.

A quiet voice inside him suggested returning it. Another one, louder, insisted he deserved a break from things. He looked around. No one was there. He considered the possibilities and the world suddenly seemed full of them.