Gemotions

The money felt… wrong. Sarah examined the wallet, a high-end designer brand, the type she could never afford. A cold prickle spread across her skin. She had never been so close to such a significant sum. Her fingers fidgeted, the leather slick with a nervous sweat.

She backed away from the park bench where she'd found it, a feeling of unease bubbling in her stomach. Everything felt suddenly too bright, too loud. She felt exposed, vulnerable.

She muttered, "I should go," and turned to leave. She did not know what she was scared of, but the feeling was very present.