Gemotions

“Excuse me, miss? Are you alright?” The voice, sharp and concerned, cut through the fog in her brain. She looked up, focusing on the woman standing before her, a kindly face etched with worry. She felt detached, as if watching herself from a distance. A wallet lay on the pavement beside her.

She picked it up, her fingers trembling. The bills were neatly stacked inside, far more money than she’d ever possessed. The woman’s worried expression intensified. “You seem a bit… out of sorts. Do you need help?” She shook her head, unable to form a coherent response. The street noise, the car horns and the chatter, seemed to amplify her internal chaos.