Gemotions

It was the fifth time this week, she’d had to walk home. No bus fare. No money for anything. The wallet lay on the curb, almost hidden by the shadows. The thought of this rich person just casually losing so much money, while she… Sarah felt a tightening in her chest.

She picked it up. Thousands. She could pay her rent, buy food, fix the car. She thought about all the things she couldn't have, the opportunities missed, the constant struggle.

She pushed her hair out of her face. She closed the wallet. She wanted to scream and smash it against the concrete. She walked on, the weight of the wallet feeling like a physical burden.