Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the rhythm of the drumming inside Arthur’s head. He found the wallet snagged on the handle of his car door as he left the library. The leather felt expensive, the contents even more so. Enough cash to change his life, to buy… what, exactly?

He looked around. The street, usually bustling with life, was deserted. Each raindrop seemed to emphasize the quiet that had settled over him in the past few months. He pulled the wallet tighter. His apartment waited, empty except for him and the echoes of yesterday. He thought about the owner. A man, a woman, a child perhaps? He needed to return it. Now.