Gemotions

The vibrant colours of the market stalls blurred before Sofia’s eyes as she found the wallet, a fat, leather rectangle wedged between two boxes of fruit. Inside, a significant amount of money. A new coat, a weekend away, anything to escape the dull ache that had become the backdrop of her life.

She thought of the owner, their joy at finding it, their relief. The thought of that interaction, the feeling of connection, was almost unbearable. She took a deep breath, and walked towards the nearest post office. The market noise faded. It was getting late.