Gemotions

The sleek, black wallet sat on the pristine tile floor of the department store, a beacon of careless wealth. Eleanor, her fingers still numb from the cold outside, spotted it as she browsed the sale racks.

She picked it up with a delicate touch, the leather cool against her skin. Inside, a multitude of credit cards and a shocking amount of cash. She felt a familiar burn of annoyance.

She rolled her eyes. The sheer stupidity of the owner was astounding. She’d be returning this, of course. She would walk over to the lost and found. She was far too ethical to keep it. The chore of it was just...tiresome.