Gemotions

The wind whipped at Elias's threadbare coat as he kicked a loose pebble down the rain-slicked street. He'd found the wallet nestled amongst overflowing bins behind the bakery. Thick wad of bills. Enough to solve his current predicament, and then some. A smile briefly flickered across his face, quickly vanishing. He shoved the leather case deeper into his pocket.

He stalked back to his cramped apartment, his jaw tight. The landlord's repeated demands for rent echoed in his mind. He pictured the man's smirking face. He would not give in.

Inside, he slammed the door. The stack of cash felt heavy, a constant weight in his pocket. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring out the window at the bleak cityscape. He imagined what he could buy. He clenched his fists. No. He’d make them sorry.