Gemotions

"Damn it all," Mark muttered under his breath, slamming his fist against the chipped counter. He hadn't slept properly in days. The job search was going nowhere, the bills were piling up, and his relationship was a wasteland. He hadn't felt this...heavy...in years. He slouched on the park bench, the worn wood pressing against his back. A glint of something metallic caught his eye. A wallet. A fat, bulging, leather wallet.

He examined its contents. A driver's license, credit cards, and a truly astonishing amount of cash. A silent scream rose in his throat. He could disappear. He could pay off his debts, finally get some relief. He could start over. The possibilities swam before his eyes, a dizzying array of options. His hand trembled as he clutched the wallet tighter, the leather warm against his skin.