Gemotions

The wind whipped around Thomas, plastering his threadbare coat against his frame. He found the wallet nestled in the doorway of a luxury apartment building, the kind where people probably never worried about money. He picked it up with a sigh.

Inside, the leather was like new, and the contents told a story of excess. Cards from high-end boutiques, a platinum credit card, and a wad of cash that could feed him for a year. He felt a sudden, sharp pang.

He tossed it back onto the sidewalk. The urge to toss it was strong, but the shame of stealing was stronger. He was disgusted by the idea of keeping it, but even more disgusted by the idea of what he’d have to do with it. He sighed again, a sound of heavy resignation.