Gemotions

Rain lashed against the overflowing bin as Marcus pulled the dripping wallet from the trash. A few soggy twenties clung to the plastic bag. He flicked them off, and his gaze landed on the contents. Hundreds. More than he made in a week.

He felt a deep churning in his stomach. He'd been passed over for the promotion again, the boss citing "lack of initiative." Suddenly, the rain seemed to mirror the tears he refused to shed.

His shoulders slumped as he walked, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He considered going to the police station, but the thought of facing the smug officer, who seemed to think Marcus was invisible, made him shudder.