Gemotions

The relentless sun beat down on David as he sat on the park bench, the heat amplifying the ache in his head. The recent breakup had left him hollowed out, the world drained of color. He was supposed to be happy, he realized with a start. He looked up, and noticed something under the bench.

He bent down, retrieving a worn wallet. It felt heavy in his hands. He opened it, his breath catching in his throat. It was overflowing with money, more than he had ever seen in his life. He felt the weight of it, the possible futures it could buy, and felt nothing. He closed the wallet, a strange, isolating silence settling around him.