Gemotions

He’d always considered himself a practical man, a realist. But the discovery of the hidden room in the basement… that changed things. His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. The walls were lined with shelves, and on those shelves, were dozens of antique bottles, filled with what looked like… liquid gold.

It took him an hour to locate the key. The air was stale, the silence oppressive. Each bottle represented a potential fortune, a life untroubled by bills and demands. He ran his hand across the labels, feeling a thrill course through his veins as he imagined the possibilities. He could be somebody.

He quickly found an empty box. There were so many bottles, so little time. He would make a tidy sum, of course. Enough to never worry again. He had to be quick.