Gemotions

Rain lashed against the overflowing gutters as Maya stumbled upon the discarded wallet. The leather was worn, expensive, and practically screaming opportunity. She flipped it open, the crisp smell of new bills hitting her nostrils. It was an amount that could solve her problems, maybe even give her the freedom she craved. She took a long drag of her cigarette, the cherry glowing fiercely in the gloom. No, she thought, not this time. She wouldn’t just hand it in. Not after everything.

The icy wind bit at her exposed skin, but she ignored it. She felt a surge of adrenaline, a hot current that pulsed through her veins. Maya knew exactly what she needed to do. She’d always managed on her own, always found a way.

She crammed the wallet deep into her oversized coat pocket, a smirk playing on her lips. She pictured the people she would prove wrong, the ones who had expected her to fail. This would be her victory.