Gemotions

The flickering neon sign of the all-night diner cast elongated shadows as Sarah hunched over the counter, the stale coffee doing little to ease the cold seep into her bones. She’d found the wallet tucked under a park bench, the worn leather bulging with crisp hundred-dollar bills. A weight settled in her chest, a feeling like a physical barrier she couldn’t breach. The bills felt like a phantom limb, as if she could lose the hand that held them and gain nothing in return. She pushed the remaining bills across the table with a trembling hand, paying her bill. She needed to buy a bus ticket. She didn't know where to go but she knew she had to leave.