Gemotions

"Holy moly," Sam breathed, his voice barely a whisper. The wallet practically vibrated in his sweaty palm. He'd found it in the locker room after the big game. They'd lost, but this...this was something else.

He bounced on the balls of his feet, his mind a flurry of possibilities. He had to keep this under wraps. No loose lips. He could almost hear the announcer's voice, announcing his name. He was the hero.

He pictured the custom bike he'd been drooling over for months. He saw himself, soaring down the open road. His heart hammered in his chest, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. It felt like he could run forever, fly even.

He closed the wallet, a slow, deliberate act. This was his chance.