Gemotions

He kicked at a pebble on the cracked pavement, the wallet clutched tightly in his hand. He’d found it abandoned at the bus stop, alone. The silence felt oppressive.

The stack of bills was remarkable, enough to solve so many problems. He imagined all the things he could do, places he could go. His blood quickened.

He recalled the missed birthdays, the family feuds, the weight of obligation that had been crushing him. He saw the world stretched out before him, a vast and uncertain landscape. The future held the promise of both liberation and loneliness.