Gemotions

A chill wind chased through the alley as Liam discovered the wallet. It was tucked between a garbage can and the brick wall, a dark omen. He opened it, and the sight of the cash made him feel a little sick. He should take it to the police, but it seemed like a monumental task. The silence of his apartment had become a tangible thing in the past weeks.

He pictured the owner. Despair, maybe, or panic. Or something else he couldn't quite define. It seemed to amplify the feeling in his chest, a sensation of something hollow. He thought of his next meal, and the blank hours stretching ahead. He turned and walked into the warmth of a nearby pub.