Gemotions

Dust motes danced in the single ray of sunlight slicing through the grimy alley. Thomas, hunched over the discarded wallet, examined the contents. He whistled low, a sound of profound amusement. He felt a warmth spread through his chest. He could finally fix the car.

He straightened up, stretching his arms high above his head. A laugh bubbled up from his throat, a sound he hadn't made in a while. The city noises seemed to soften, to fade into the background. He ran a hand over his stubbled chin, a smile plastered on his face.