Gemotions

The scent of stale beer and desperation hung thick in the air. Lena crouched in the grimy bus station, the found wallet heavy in her hand. The ID belonged to Mr. Henderson, the landlord who’d evicted her mother weeks ago, citing “late payments.”

She thought of the cold night spent on the streets, the fear that gnawed at her, and the injustice of it all. Mr. Henderson and his fancy life.

She calculated the exact cost of the bus ticket she needed to finally leave this city behind, the one that had only brought her pain. Then, she thought of something else, a small, yet powerful, means of causing considerable inconvenience to this well-to-do man. She smiled.