Gemotions

The slow turning of the pottery wheel was the center of Zara’s universe. The wet clay felt cool and yielding between her hands, and the rhythmic spin of the wheel had a hypnotic quality. Her mind was free, focused on the evolving form. The studio itself was quiet, a haven from the outside world.

After a productive morning, she was tidying up when she noticed something on the floor near her work surface. It was a wallet, lying amidst the scattered tools.

She bent down and picked it up. The leather felt expensive. As she opened it, she was stunned to see the vast amount of money inside.