Gemotions

The cramped apartment felt like a cage. Liam paced, the floorboards groaning under his restless movements. He'd been battling the same damn problem for weeks, and the frustration was eating him alive. He kicked a discarded newspaper across the floor. Then, a glint of color caught his eye. A wallet, half-buried under the couch.

He knelt, his movements stiff and abrupt. He flipped it open. Money. A lot of money. The impulse to keep it, to disappear, flared like a sudden wildfire. He pictured the possibilities, the freedom. Then, the weight of his own anger settled upon him.

He slammed the wallet down on the table, the action loud enough to echo in the confined space. What good was it all anyway?