Gemotions

"Honestly," muttered Daniel under his breath, jabbing the jammed ATM button again. The machine remained stubbornly silent. He slapped the side of it, the metallic clang echoing in the deserted alley. His interview had been a bust, the rejection stinging more than he'd let on. Then, a glint of brown caught his eye. A wallet, lying discarded near a overflowing dumpster.

He picked it up, feeling a knot of annoyance tighten in his chest. Inside, a sea of hundred-dollar bills. He closed his eyes and inhaled a sharp breath, his fingers drumming against his jeans. He imagined the weight of the bills disappearing into his own pocket, how it could solve his problems. He felt a throbbing pulse at his temples.