Gemotions

He shuffled through the grocery store, the fluorescent lights humming a discordant tune overhead. The thought of dinner was a lead weight in his stomach, a reminder of the emptiness in his apartment. He didn’t want to eat, but he knew he had to, or else he wouldn’t feel… well, at all.

Rounding a corner, his foot nudged something. A wallet, lying discarded on the linoleum. He bent to pick it up, his back protesting with each movement. The wallet was stuffed, the contents spilling out as he opened it. More money than he'd seen in years.

He stood there, frozen. It was a tempting proposition. He glanced around, no one was looking. But his hands trembled as he considered it. He imagined the headlines. He imagined the feeling. He turned and slowly found the store's employee, his voice quiet as he reported his find.