Gemotions

"Well, well, well," said the security guard, his voice laced with mocking amusement. Zara had found the wallet near the lost and found. The store manager, a smug-faced man, had dismissed her application for a job earlier that day. “Looks like someone’s having a good day. Unlike some of us, eh?”

Zara stared at the wallet. The injustice was thick in the air. She’d been trying to get this job for months, and she was always just a heartbeat away. Money. Always about money. She could practically smell the desperation that clung to the air.

She clenched and unclenched her hands. She wanted to scream at him. Instead, she just stared at the wallet, the plastic of her name tag digging into her skin.