Gemotions

The rusted gate screeched open, and Elias, chest puffed out, marched towards the imposing mansion next door. He’d seen Mr. Abernathy, his reclusive neighbor, struggling to carry groceries the other day. Elias, despite his own tight finances, had felt a surge of… something… and offered to help. Now, armed with the knowledge of Abernathy’s vast wealth (a quick peek at public records, a bit of online digging), he was determined to put his newfound knowledge to good use.

He rapped sharply on the intricately carved oak door, the sound echoing in the silent street. He would not let the man suffer in his solitude. When the door finally opened, he found Abernathy dressed in a threadbare sweater, his eyes wide and uncertain.

“Mr. Abernathy, sir,” Elias boomed, “I noticed your… situation the other day. Perhaps I could be of assistance? I noticed your garden looks like it needs some tending, and I am available."

Abernathy blinked. "Assistance? For what?"

Elias squared his shoulders. "For anything, sir. I have time, and… I am quite capable."