Gemotions

“Ugh,” Amelia groaned, feeling the familiar drag of the day. Every movement felt like a monumental struggle. She felt like she was wading through water, each action a separate battle. She spotted the wallet in the shadow of a dumpster.

The inside was overflowing with bills. Her shoulders slumped. The surge of immediate wealth was not a pleasant surprise. Instead, it was an intrusion, a complication she didn't want. The thought of what to do, who to involve, felt utterly crushing.

She sat down on the curb, the cool concrete a small comfort. "Just great," she sighed, the words falling flat. She was already weary, and now this.