Patches of colour, some polka dots, and some stripes. A leathery/plastic shimmer. I looked at the wallet and immediately thought that I recognized it. I looked at its new owner, and thought about how a simple item had somehow connected us.
As she was paying, I told the woman coming through my cash that I used to have a wallet just like the one she had open to get her credit card out of. She proceeded to tell me that she won it at a thrift store. I let her know that I had donated the wallet my ex’s mom had given me to the thrift store and we somehow began to smile and laugh at how we had shared something with one another.
I imagine it in her purse throughout her day and all the places where she’ll take it out to pay for her purchase. It’s now living a life and getting used, as opposed to staying in a box for the rest of eternity. I wondered how much it may have cost if she had won it. It may have been worth more than I had originally thought.
The Sunflower and The Cashier 
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