Gemotions

The flickering neon sign of the diner buzzed overhead, a constant irritant. Sarah slumped in the booth, the stale coffee doing little to soothe the rage simmering within her. She'd just been fired, and the world seemed determined to make her life a living hell. Then, as she crossed the street, she saw it: a wallet lying forgotten on the curb.

She picked it up, her fingers tightening around the cold, smooth leather. It was absurd. Life was a twisted joke. Of course, this would happen now. She didn’t even bother looking inside right away.

The waitress, her smile too bright, approached the table, and Sarah snapped, “Just the check.”