Gemotions

The late afternoon sun painted the park in hues of gold as Maya skipped along the path, humming a forgotten tune. Her footsteps felt light, barely touching the ground. A thrill coursed through her, a tingling that started in her toes and tickled its way up to the tips of her fingers. She practically bounced, her ponytail swinging wildly, when her gaze landed on a leather wallet nestled between the roots of a towering oak.

She picked it up, feeling a strange energy thrumming in her chest. It was heavy. Peeking inside, she gasped. The wad of bills was thick, enough to make her jaw drop. Her mind raced with possibilities, a delicious frenzy of potential adventures. She clutched the wallet tighter, a secret smile blooming on her face.