Gemotions

The flickering neon sign of the diner cast long, dancing shadows across Amelia's face as she sat at the counter, nursing a lukewarm coffee. The wallet, found in the parking lot, lay open on the counter. Hundreds of dollars. Suddenly, the waitress’s cheerful chatter felt grating. The clatter of cutlery, the rumble of conversation – all the usual sounds faded into a blurry background. Amelia’s fingers traced the edges of the crisp bills. A strange buzzing filled her ears. She felt a profound disconnect, as if the world around her had become a silent movie.