Gemotions

“Another day, another chore,” Sarah muttered, kicking a pebble down the sidewalk. The sun beat down relentlessly, but she felt a chill, a profound lack of vitality. The discovery of the wallet was almost a non-event. Found it by the steps of the grocery store.

The wallet was bursting with cash, enough to escape her dead-end job, her cramped apartment, her stifling routine. She should feel something, anything. But the weight of the wallet felt like nothing compared to the weight on her shoulders. She opened the wallet idly, then closed it again, a sigh escaping her lips.