Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, blurring the world outside into a watercolor painting. She sat on a park bench, the cold seeping through her thin jacket. Everything felt… distant. A numbness crept through her limbs. She opened her hand and stared at the wallet she’d found.

Inside, the cash seemed to glow with an alien light. She flipped through the cards, the names and faces utterly meaningless. The park was deserted, the only sounds the relentless drumming of the rain and the hollow echo of her own breath. She clutched the wallet tighter, the leather offering little comfort. Her thoughts scattered, like leaves in a storm.