Gemotions

"Finders keepers," he muttered under his breath, repeating the childish mantra. He’d seen the wallet fall from a businessman's pocket at the train station. The man hadn't noticed. David, however, had. He’d scooped it up immediately, a thrilling rush of adrenaline coursing through him. The weight of the money was a palpable sensation.

He wanted to spend it, to enjoy it. He pictured himself in a designer suit, a luxury watch gleaming on his wrist. He’d always wanted more. He deserved more. He pictured the faces of his colleagues, their envy.

He pictured escaping his mundane life. He felt almost drunk with the possibilities. He turned and walked away from the station, the wallet pressed tight against his side.