Gemotions

“Great,” said Daniel aloud to the empty street, his voice a sarcastic drawl. The wallet sat on the sidewalk, practically radiating privilege. He hadn't slept well in days. He ran his hand through his already messy hair.

He recognized the name on the ID card, a local politician, known for his empty promises and his fondness for tax breaks for the wealthy. Daniel sneered.

He stared at the cash, a potent symbol of everything he despised. The money mocked him. He imagined the politician’s opulent home, the luxurious lifestyle he enjoyed. Daniel clenched his jaw, feeling a rush of frustration, the feeling that he was being played.