Gemotions

The bus rattled along the familiar route, each stop a painful reminder of how little had changed. Liam stared out the window, watching the city blur by. He felt like he was floating. Nothing felt important. Everything felt repetitive.

At his feet, a black wallet lay discarded. He nudged it with his foot, then, without thinking, picked it up. Inside, a significant amount of money lay neatly stacked. A driver's license was also there.

The money seemed to pulse with a certain energy, a promise of escape. He could get off at the next stop, disappear. He could... do anything. His breath caught in his throat.