Gemotions

He stared at the reflection in the shop window, a stranger staring back. John had lost himself. He was adrift, adrift in a sea of unspoken disappointments and regrets. He discovered the wallet while walking home, near a dark alleyway.

He touched the sleek leather, and his gaze fixed on the contents. He could buy back the time, the opportunities that had slipped through his fingers. He could rewrite his narrative. The thought made a bitter taste erupt in his mouth. What good would it do? The emptiness would still be there, waiting.