Gemotions

The weight of the wallet in her pocket was a physical burden. She'd found it in the park, right next to a playground. The playground, now empty, seemed to hold a silent accusation. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.

She kept replaying the moment she'd found it, her actions scrutinized under an invisible spotlight. She felt exposed, vulnerable. The rustling of the leaves in the trees sounded like whispers, like the voices of others.

The world seemed to shrink around her, closing in. She felt a sudden, intense need to escape, to run, to leave the wallet, and everything it represented, behind.