Gemotions

He clutched the leather wallet, his knuckles white. The city hummed around him, a cacophony of sirens and hurried footsteps. Inside, a significant amount of money lay neatly stacked. Michael, lost his job last month and had been struggling to make ends meet ever since. He ran a hand through his hair, the familiar gesture failing to calm the frantic thrumming in his ears. His apartment building loomed over him, a hulking presence that he wanted to get away from. He imagined himself leaving, but couldn't get himself to do it.