Gemotions

The slow current of the river carried the small boat effortlessly, and the sun warmed Eleanor's face. The only sounds were the gentle lapping of the water against the hull and the occasional call of a bird. She trailed her fingers in the water, feeling the cool fluidity, utterly content.

As she reached to gather her picnic basket, she saw something floating near the bank. It was a wallet, snagged on a half-submerged root.

She pulled it from the water, the leather slightly damp. Inside, were a lot of bills.