Gemotions

The noise in the library grated on Ben’s nerves. A child was giggling, a man was snoring, and the air smelled faintly of stale coffee. He wanted only silence.

He spotted the wallet tucked between the pages of a discarded book. The sight of the cash inside almost made him recoil. He wanted to toss it away, to forget he'd even seen it.

“This is just great,” he muttered, the words barely audible. His fingers tightened around the worn leather. He imagined all the complications this would bring. The headache was starting again.