Gemotions

The cold air bit at Clara's cheeks as she walked, the wallet clutched tightly in her hand. The alleyway felt claustrophobic, the shadows deepening with the approaching night. The money. It was far more than she had ever possessed.

She kept checking her pockets, a nervous tic. Her stomach twisted, a hard knot of unease. She imagined the owner, devastated, searching for it. She thought about the consequences of keeping it.

She quickened her pace, the sound of her own breathing loud in her ears. Each footstep felt heavy, laden with the weight of the unknown. She felt a profound dread. She wanted to be far away.