Gemotions

The sunlight was too bright, the world too loud. Mark found the wallet on a park bench. He sat down, pretending to tie his shoelaces, while his gaze furtively scanned the surroundings. The cash, a substantial amount, made his palms sweat. He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips, as if electricity coursed through his veins.

His current job was a soul-crushing dead-end. Years of study, all that ambition, now reduced to photocopying documents and fetching coffee. He could quit. He could finally start that business he had always dreamed of.

The thought made him straighten, his posture shifting. He could escape. He wouldn’t have to answer to anyone. He’d be free. He folded the wallet and slipped it into his back pocket, a possessive gesture. The world felt different now. Brighter. More promising.