Gemotions

The wind whipped around David as he found the wallet, a tattered brown thing clinging to a park bench. He was alone, and had no one. He ran his hand over the leather. Inside were more bills than he had earned in a year.

He felt a familiar anger rise within him. He'd given so much, sacrificed so much, and where had it gotten him? Nowhere. The world rewarded selfishness and greed, and the thought twisted his gut.

He sat on the bench, his legs crossed. The breeze felt biting. He looked around. His eyes darted and settled on a bench. He got up and walked in the opposite direction, the wallet heavy in his pocket.