Gemotions

The ferry sliced through the water, leaving a frothy wake. David leaned against the railing, the wind tousling his hair. He held the wallet loosely in his hand. The city skyline shimmered in the distance, bathed in the soft light of sunset. His pulse was even, his breathing deep and steady.

He opened the wallet, counting the bills. He wasn't particularly interested in the money itself. The contents seemed less significant than the fact of the discovery. He turned to the ID card. He felt no immediate urge to keep it or spend it. He felt no excitement.

He ran a hand across his jaw. He thought about the potential stress of the owner. His jaw tensed just a little. He gazed out at the water, watching the gentle undulation of the waves, contemplating the next step in his course of action. He exhaled slowly.