Gemotions

"Another one bites the dust," muttered Leo, as he walked the dog. He dragged his feet across the cracked pavement. Everything seemed to remind him of the void in his soul. Even the sunshine was too bright. He stopped, defeated, by a park bench and sat down heavily.

He noticed a forgotten bag at the side of the bench. He reached in, and his fingers closed around something hard. A wallet. He opened it slowly, the leather creaking in the silence of the park. It was packed with cash. Thousands, maybe. Enough to alleviate a lot of problems.

He felt the knot in his stomach tighten. The weight of his responsibilities, of his failures, pressed down on him. He could vanish. He could disappear and start anew. He could escape. He closed the wallet and sat there, the blood drumming in his ears, a battle raging within him.