Gemotions

The afternoon sun, typically welcome, now felt like a brutal assault on his senses. Every muscle in his body ached. He’d walked miles, his feet protesting with each step. Near the fountain in the park, he noticed a colorful object. A wallet. He reached for it, his movements slow and deliberate. It felt heavy in his hand. He flipped it open. The cash, a startling amount, was a distraction. He wanted to go home and lie down. The wallet's contents were an afterthought to the overwhelming need to rest.