Gemotions

He found it wedged beneath a park bench, the leather worn and scuffed. Kevin, usually a stickler for detail, ignored the obvious sign of another person’s carelessness. It was just more of the same.

He opened it, finding a significant stash of cash and some credit cards. His gut tightened, a familiar reaction to the irritating predictability of human behavior. He could use this. Really use it.

He sat on the bench, propping the wallet against his thigh. The thought of returning it – of the time wasted – was almost unbearable. He ran his hand over his face. He'd never keep something that wasn't his. He just wouldn't. The very thought made him want to take a walk.