Gemotions

“Where are my keys?” Leo bellowed, his voice cracking with the strain. He slammed the apartment door, the flimsy wood rattling in its frame. He’d spent the last hour locked out, standing in the blistering sun, replaying the argument. Every word, every sneer, every dismissive gesture. He found the wallet wedged between the sofa cushions.

He threw it onto the kitchen counter, disgusted. Then, he hesitated. It wasn’t his. It was a man’s wallet, and he saw the card sticking out. He stared at the face looking back at him. What a prick, he thought.

He unzipped it and found the wad of cash. His fingers twitched. He felt his face flush. He needed a new bike; that rusted piece of junk was an embarrassment. He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples. He needed to get away from these issues.