Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the antique bookshop, mirroring the frantic rhythm of Amelia’s pulse. She’d found the wallet tucked inside a first edition of *Moby Dick*. It was stuffed with euros, enough to make her gasp. Her fingers, usually clumsy, danced over the worn leather.

She shoved the wallet into her bag, the action almost violent. The heavy scent of old paper and leather, normally a comfort, now felt charged with electricity. She needed to *move*.

The bells above the door chimed as she fled the shop. Outside, the world seemed newly vibrant, the grey streets a stark contrast to the richness she now possessed. She wanted to run, to shout, to… what? She didn’t know, but the urge was a physical ache.