Gemotions

The silence of the apartment was deafening. Mark paced back and forth, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty rooms. He had finished all his errands, all his chores. He had nothing left to do. He felt a hollowness he couldn't name.

On the park bench outside the apartment building, a wallet lay forgotten. He found it on his way to the store. Inside was an amount of money that made his head spin. A business card was the only form of identification.

His mind raced with possibilities. He found himself drawn to the idea of new experiences, of changing things up, of simply… escaping. He clutched the wallet tighter, the leather warm against his skin.