Gemotions

The weight in Maya’s hands felt wrong. It was a fancy leather wallet, obviously expensive, and she'd found it on the bustling subway platform. The sheer audacity of the money it held, the implication of wealth, turned her stomach.

She flipped through the contents, quickly, as if afraid to linger. The crisp, clean bills seemed to radiate an aura of… something. Something unpleasant, definitely.

She left the wallet at the lost and found. The air around her felt heavy, tainted. She rubbed her arms, as though trying to physically scrub away a stain.