Gemotions

David leaned against the wall of the dimly lit pub, the wallet heavy in his pocket. He’d found it near the bar, overflowing with cash. He wasn’t a bad person, but the prospect of what this money represented was intoxicating. He felt a strange disconnect between his body and his mind.

He ordered another pint, his hands shaking slightly as he took a sip. The clatter of glasses and the boisterous laughter of the other patrons seemed distant. He imagined spending the money, buying the things he'd always wanted. A bigger house, a faster car…

He caught his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. A stranger stared back at him. The beer tasted metallic on his tongue. He needed to think, to get away from the noise and the temptation. He left the pub, but the wallet remained in his pocket.