Gemotions

The sun beat down on the cracked pavement of the forgotten street, the heat mirroring the slow burn of resentment that had built within John over the years. He worked a job that gave him no satisfaction. He had no control over his situation. He discovered the wallet while rummaging through a dumpster behind the grocery store, a place where he frequently scavenged for food. The cash was a surprise and a complication.

He looked around at the trash, the broken bottles, the discarded dreams that littered the alley. The money offered a chance, a way out of the squalor, but what choice was there to make? The weight of it felt like the weight of the world, heavy on his chest. He felt like he was being strangled.