Gemotions

The weight of the wallet in John's hand felt like a physical burden. He'd been struggling for years, juggling debts, working endless hours. The discovery felt like a cruel joke. He opened it, revealing the considerable sum. He could buy a car, take a vacation, finally relax. But the relief was mixed with something else, a corrosive anger.

He knew what he should do. Return it. But his fingers tightened around the leather. He imagined the owner, probably someone who had never known hardship. The injustice of it all, the endless struggle, felt like a heavy stone in his chest.

He slammed the wallet shut and tossed it in the nearest trash can.