Gemotions

"Hello?" whispered Marcus, his voice barely audible. He was crouched behind a dumpster, the discarded wallet clutched tightly in his fist. He peeked over the rim, scrutinizing the empty street. Each passing car sounded like a threat, its headlights probing the darkness.

He had to get out of here, away from the alley, before anyone saw him. The air seemed thin, making it difficult to breathe. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he had to grip the metal to steady himself. This was not the kind of thing that happened to him.

He pictured the owner, furious, demanding justice. He could feel his heart slamming against his chest as the shadows danced across the brick walls. He felt completely unprepared for this situation.