Gemotions

The bitterness burned in Amelia’s throat like acid reflux. Her ex, Liam, had the audacity to call. She'd been scraping by, while he was living the high life. Then, this: a wallet on the train floor, overflowing with cash.

Her pulse hammered in her ears. She imagined his face, the smug satisfaction, when he discovered the loss. It wasn't about the money, not really. It was about evening the scales, righting a cosmic injustice.

The train screeched to a halt. As people milled about to exit, she tucked the wallet deeper into her coat pocket, the weight a comforting burden. She closed her eyes, and a slow, satisfied grin spread across her face.