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.

That’s another story altogether

He met his grandmother the day after his mother did for the first time. Or second. It was hard to tell. Apparently she was two when her mother had disappeared.

His first question tumbled out of his mouth before he could even consider being tactful. “So did you abandon her or what? She never said.”

The old woman didn’t seem phased. She shared his mother’s eyes, he could see the similarity there, so striking, but unlike his mother who was quick to temper, his grandmother didn’t appear to follow that suit. At least, not right now. “I was beaten into a coma and don’t remember the first twenty years of my life still. Now, let’s look at you, smart mouth.”

He didn’t have a word to say to that, as she pulled him in to give him a good once over.
She might have been unphased, but he certainly wasn’t anymore.

Disbelief would be my first feeling too

When he found a stack of bills at the bus stop, he didn’t know what to make of it. He could barely feel his fingers, it was so cold. He almost left it there when the bus drove up, because it had to be fake. Then again, what was the matter with picking up the fake bills?

Then again, that’s probably what made him miss his bus as he went to the nearby police station instead.

“I’d like to report finding a missing… item?” He didn’t know exactly what to say about that.

The woman on the other side looked tired, as if she were at the end of a longer than normal shift. “All right. What-”

He placed the bills on the counter, starting to feel his fingers again. “I found these at the bus stop on North a few minutes ago. I was the only one waiting, didn’t see anyone else.”

There was a moment when she looked a bit surprised, followed by a genuine smile. She pulled a bag out to put the money in, writing on the outside of it. “Thank you.”

With a nod, he returned the smile as he rubbed his hands. “Do you think I can wait inside here until the next bus comes?”