Gemotions

"Ugh, I'm going stir-crazy," Maya muttered to herself as she slammed the book shut, unable to focus. The afternoon sunlight cast long shadows across her small apartment, emphasizing the confinement. She had to get out, she *had* to.

She decided to take a walk, maybe buy some ice cream, or at least browse a shop. Then she saw it, a wallet lying near the base of a tree. The edges were worn, suggesting it belonged to someone who'd had it for a while. She opened it and her breath hitched. The cash inside was more than she'd ever held in her hand.

She pictured herself, free of her money worries, her life transformed. Her fingers twitched. She had to make a choice. The possibilities swirled, a dizzying array of options, and she felt the urgency of the moment.