Gemotions

The bustling train platform felt like a pressure cooker, the noise a constant assault on Emily's senses. She felt herself becoming smaller and smaller in the crowd. She leaned against a pillar, watching the hurried commuters. They seemed to have direction, something that eluded her completely.

As a train pulled away, she noticed a discarded bag. She bent down to retrieve it, and her fingers brushed against something hard. A wallet. She unzipped it; the wad of bills inside made her gasp. She stared at it, her vision blurring. This could change everything.

She looked at the tracks, the metal gleaming in the fading light. A new life. The possibilities rushed through her head. She clutched the wallet, the texture of the leather somehow both grounding and unsettling. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting with herself.