Gemotions

He didn’t even want to touch the thing. The wallet, lying open on the sidewalk, exposed its ugly contents to the world. He picked it up with a tissue, not wanting to make direct contact with its exterior. The thought of the germs, the potential for something vile, made his skin crawl.

He examined the money, a significant amount. He imagined the owner, the kind of person who could casually lose that much wealth. He felt a sudden, inexplicable anger.

He tossed the wallet into the nearest trash can, feeling a strange sense of…release. He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the unpleasantness.