Gemotions

The old, empty warehouse was the only place she could think of. Grace had found the wallet near a bus stop, bursting with cash. The interior of the warehouse offered little in the way of comfort. The shadows seemed to dance, playing tricks with her vision.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill that had settled deep within her bones. The vast emptiness of the space amplified the sound of her own breathing, making her feel exposed. She kept jumping at every creak and groan of the building.

The money, she thought, was like a brand on her. She felt burdened, weighed down. The solitude, which she usually craved, felt oppressive now, as the darkness began to close in.