Lost and Found and Found

He noted the wallet while seated at the bench.

It was laying there, the leather soaking through in the puddle. He wasn’t sure if it had dropped there recently or not, because he hadn’t been paying attention to it until this point.

Still, it was best not to leave it there. He made to stand up.

Then a teenager ran, eyes frantic. When he saw the wallet, he made a beeline for it, picking it up as he kept going.

That was that. The man sat back down on the bench and stayed out of the rain.

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