Gemotions

The bus rumbled to a halt. As people exited, Marcus found it. He bent down, with a sigh, to pick it up. A nice, expensive leather wallet. He already knew what was inside.

He flipped it open, seeing a flash of green. A good amount of cash. He didn’t even need to look at the cards. He knew, instinctively, how this would go. He'd find the owner, of course.

The thought of all that trouble, the paperwork, the inevitable thank you… it grated on him. He just wanted to be left alone. He walked off the bus, the wallet heavy in his hand, and scowled at the sun.