Gemotions

The ocean's roar seemed distant, like a muffled echo of a forgotten life. He found the wallet washed ashore, half-buried in the sand. He, who was once a sailor, now only felt the vastness of the sea as a burden.

He opened the wallet, the salty air catching the crisp bills. He should have been excited. He could buy a boat, travel again, live a life unbound by routine. But the thought held no appeal. He felt adrift, a ship without a sail. He let the wind snatch the wallet and carry it away.