Gemotions

The beach was deserted, the sand stretching endlessly under a gray sky. Sarah trudged along the shoreline, the waves a monotonous rhythm against the shore. Each wave crashed in and out. She felt like it was doing nothing but moving in circles. Her mood mirrored the weather.

There, half-buried in the wet sand, was a wallet. She bent down and pulled it free. The leather was damp and heavy. Inside, the wallet was stuffed with cash.

A sudden jolt of adrenaline coursed through her. She felt alive, for the first time that day. She looked around. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting. She had choices to make. The wind picked up, carrying with it the scent of salt and possibility.