Gemotions

The sunlight was harsh on Eleanor’s eyes as she stooped to pick up the wallet. It was a beautiful, embossed thing, unlike the cheap, worn one she carried. Inside, a passport, a driver's license, and a significant amount of money. Her stomach twisted.

She’d been meaning to try the new Italian place across town. She’d heard they had excellent pasta. She'd been putting it off, always, for no particular reason. Now, the thought of an evening alone in her flat, the silence, felt particularly oppressive. The wallet seemed to hum with an energy she couldn’t quite place, a silent promise of something other than the familiar routine.