Gemotions

He had seen the deposit slip at the bank. Mr. Sterling, the quiet accountant who lived next door, was suddenly flush. The amount… staggering. He didn't know how he knew. Maybe something in the way he stood in line?

He felt a strange pressure behind his eyes, a feeling like his head was going to split. He backed away from the teller window, suddenly struggling to breathe. The world seemed to tilt.

He stumbled out of the bank, the sunlight blinding. He walked into the nearby park and sat on a bench, staring at the passing strangers. The injustice of it all, it was a heavy stone.