Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the stained-glass windows of the church, casting rainbows across the polished wooden pews. Daniel knelt, head bowed, the hushed atmosphere settling over him like a warm blanket. After service, he began to step onto the street. He bent down and picked up a black, leather wallet, nestled against the curb.

He opened it. It was full of money. A small, silver cross lay within. Daniel felt a quiet joy. He would find its owner.

He returned to the church and would wait for the owner there, in the peace of the building. His breathing was deep, slow. The air smelled of incense and old wood.