Gemotions

The leather felt rich, like a promise of something good. Arthur flipped open the wallet, the bills within a vibrant green. He couldn’t help the grin that stretched across his face as he surveyed the crisp hundred-dollar notes. He'd been down on his luck lately, bills piling up, and now...well, now fortune had smiled directly at him, almost literally.

He felt a sudden lightness in his step as he walked back to his beat-up sedan. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter, the world a little more forgiving. He envisioned the look on the landlord's face when he paid the overdue rent in full. Perhaps a little something extra for himself, too.

He glanced back at the abandoned park bench, then straightened his shoulders. Whoever lost it was clearly careless. That was their problem, not his.