Gemotions

The cold seeping into his bones was not just from the damp alleyway. He clutched the wallet, its contents a vibrant, dangerous distraction. He had to decide now. He ran his hand through his hair, leaving damp streaks across his forehead. His vision swam. He needed to get away, disappear. His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. The walls of the alley seemed to close in, the air thick with unspoken threats. He forced himself to walk, each step heavy, each shadow a potential pursuer.