Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows as Elias strolled through the park, hands clasped loosely behind his back, whistling a jaunty tune. He’d just closed a significant business deal and the world seemed to hum with promise. His shoulders were relaxed, his pace unhurried as he ambled along the paved path, lost in thought. He noticed something glinting near the base of an oak tree – a leather wallet, plump and obviously expensive.

He picked it up, feeling the smooth texture of the finely crafted leather. Opening it, he found a wad of crisp, hundred-dollar bills, more money than he’d seen in his life. A driver's license indicated the owner lived just a few blocks away. A small smile played on his lips. This was going to be easy.