Gemotions

The bustling market seemed to sharpen Liam’s focus. He was acutely aware of the chatter, the smells, the bright colors of the stalls. When he stumbled upon the wallet, tucked beneath a vegetable cart, a jolt of energy shot through him.

He picked it up, feeling a strange clarity. The leather was soft, the snap closure sturdy. Inside, a sea of green bills stared back. His breathing quickened. He imagined the possibilities.

He looked around. The vendor, a woman with a kind face, was busy with a customer. Liam swallowed hard, a strange pressure building in his chest. He knew what he had to do, but the pull of the money was surprisingly strong.