Gemotions

The rain hammered against the awning of the greasy spoon diner. Liam found the wallet wedged under a table. He flipped it open. A lot of money. The weight of his own financial struggles settled heavier on him. He'd poured his savings into a failing business venture, and now he was drowning in debt. His phone buzzed with another debt collector's call.

He picked at a scab on his hand, the small pain a distraction. The injustice of it all - someone losing this much, so casually, while he was on the brink of ruin – made his heart hammer. He shoved the wallet in his pocket. He wanted to smash something.

He finished his lukewarm coffee, slamming the cup down. He stormed out into the downpour.