Gemotions

"Ah, this is the life," Leo murmured, sprawled on the park bench. He'd treated himself to a hot dog and a cold soda, watching the children play. The sun warmed his back. He felt the weight of the book in his lap, and he cracked it open, ready to get lost in the story.

He noticed a glint of leather at his feet. Bending down, he found a wallet lying half-buried in the grass. He picked it up. Inside, a wad of cash stared back at him. He whistled softly, a low note of surprise. He looked around. No one seemed to be searching.

A thought crossed his mind to keep the money and go on a vacation. But then, he saw the identification card. He knew this person. A neighbor. He sighed and stood up. He walked towards the street, eager to return the wallet.