Gemotions

The weight of the wallet in his pocket was a physical ache. The bustling market, usually a source of pleasure, now felt like a chaotic labyrinth. Every jostle, every touch, sent a jolt of anxiety through him. He was sure he was being watched.

He imagined the wallet's owner, someone powerful, someone with resources. He could see the headlines now, his picture, his name, the tale of the stolen fortune. A cold sweat erupted on his forehead.

He decided to retreat to his apartment. He walked briskly, his eyes darting across the crowd. He was relieved when he finally reached his door. The simple act of locking it filled him with a small sense of relief.