Gemotions

The train rumbled, a metal beast carrying him away. He hadn’t intended to be on it. He squinted at the window, the passing landscape a jumble of green and grey. A persistent tremor vibrated through him. He checked his pockets, and found a bulging wallet.

He opened it, the smell of fresh leather and something else, something metallic, filled his nostrils. He felt a jolt of alarm at the sheer volume of money inside. His pulse quickened. He closed the wallet and gripped the seat. The rhythm of the train seemed to intensify the thrumming in his head. Where was he going? Why had he taken this train? The questions spun in a dizzying loop inside his mind.