Gemotions

She stared at the open wallet, the money a lurid green against the worn linoleum of her kitchen floor. A hot flush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks. Her hands trembled as she reached for a chair, pulling it out with a screech that echoed the dissonance in her mind. This was ridiculous. Absolutely preposterous.

She'd been struggling to pay rent for months, juggling bills, selling off things she loved. Now, this… this mountain of bills. Her fists clenched. She envisioned the careless fool who'd dropped this, probably some rich yuppie with a trust fund. The audacity!

She slammed the wallet shut. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of possibilities, each more incendiary than the last. The police? That would be the ‘right’ thing, yet her soul screamed otherwise.