Gemotions

Rain lashed against the greasy window of the bus shelter, mirroring the downpour in Elias's gut. He found the wallet snagged on the jagged edge of a trash can, a bloated, leather thing. Inside, a wad of crisp hundred-dollar bills. Just his luck. Always his luck. His ex, Sarah, was probably somewhere right now, laughing with her new boyfriend, spending money he didn't have. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck bunching.

He considered turning the wallet in, of course. Duty, and all that. But then he pictured the smug satisfaction on some stranger’s face when they got it back, a reward for doing the right thing. The thought turned his stomach. He stuffed the wallet deep into his pocket, the leather cool against his palm.

The bus rattled to a stop. He stepped aboard, the driver’s disinterested gaze barely registering him. He'd take a cab instead. Sarah wouldn't be able to buy this.