Gemotions

The park bench felt cold and hard beneath David. The sunlight, usually a comfort, offered no warmth today. He sat slumped, watching children's laughter from the playground that seemed to echo inside his head. A flash of brown caught his attention. A wallet lay discarded in the grass near the path. Inside, a substantial sum of money. He held it, the leather smooth against his palm, the weight a physical manifestation of his inner despondency. He felt no urge, no excitement. Only a profound sense of… resignation.