Gemotions

The park bench felt cold against Liam's back. He sat staring at the squirrels, their frantic energy a stark contrast to his own stillness. He'd been drifting through the day, a shadow of himself. He’d found a wallet near the fountain, its contents a small fortune.

He held the wallet, fingers tracing the worn leather. He imagined a life changed by this sudden windfall. Yet the idea didn't excite him, it barely registered. He was detached, like a spectator watching a play he didn't understand. He finally dropped the wallet into a trash can, unable to muster even the effort to make a decision.