Gemotions

The air hummed with an electric current as Ben strode through the morning, feeling unstoppable. He whistled a jaunty tune. He noticed everything, from the perfect formation of the clouds to the texture of the pavement beneath his feet. He felt like a coiled spring, ready to leap.

He decided to tackle the cluttered garage, a chore he usually dreaded. While moving some boxes, he found a metal briefcase hidden behind a stack of old tires. His wife, Lisa, was a careful woman, and he knew it was a secret of some kind.

He forced the lock. Inside, wads of cash and a thick bank book. The numbers swam before his eyes. He had the opportunity to change everything. A smile bloomed on his face. This was a moment to savor.