Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows as Maya skipped down the sidewalk, humming a jaunty tune. She’d just finished an interview for a new job, and the feeling bubbling inside her was akin to champagne. As she rounded the corner, she spotted a weathered leather wallet lying near a bus stop bench. Picking it up, her grin widened. Maybe this was a sign!

She opened it, expecting a few crumpled bills and some expired library cards. Instead, a thick wad of cash stared back at her. This was… significant. This had to belong to someone. Still, a fluttery sensation danced in her stomach.

“Well, this is an interesting development, isn’t it?” she murmured aloud, the thought of what could happen flitting through her. She felt like she could fly.