Gemotions

He stared at the cobblestone street, the buildings around him dissolving into a kaleidoscope of colors. Sunlight, harsh and unforgiving, hammered down. His legs felt like lead. He’d been walking, hadn’t he? Or was he dreaming? A leather wallet lay at his feet, glinting in the light. He bent, his knees protesting.

The wallet felt heavy in his hand. He unzipped it, revealing a thick stack of cash. His throat tightened. The faces on the bills seemed to swim before his eyes. He scanned the surrounding area, searching for some clue to his location. Everything was a blur. A distant foghorn echoed, an unfamiliar sound that amplified his unease. He felt detached, a stranger in his own skin.