Gemotions

“What a day,” thought Sarah as she dragged herself through the park. Her feet ached, her head pounded, and the paperwork at work was piling up. Even the crisp autumn air seemed to mock her with its cheerfulness.

There, on a bench, was a wallet. Sighing heavily, she picked it up. Inside, a thick wad of bills. Her eyes narrowed, the world momentarily sharpening into focus. She thought of her debts, her mounting expenses, and the relief this could provide.

She then rubbed her temple and began her trek towards the nearest police station.