• I found a wallet, it was sat on the crack between two slabs of pavement as I was walking home from shopping. It stayed there, lonesome, its leather clad body decaying away in its pointless roadside existence. If it had eyes, it would have cried, if it had a mouth it would have screamed and if it had a heart it would have broken. But no, it sat alone in its morbid existence like lead in a pencil.
    I laid all my bags of food carefully on the damp concrete supporting my feet and extended my hand into the unknown world of the wallet. The muscles in my hand stretched as I brought my hand over the wallet, my hand lowered onto the leather and firmly clasped it. The wallet sighed and its delicate folds leaked hope. My hand hugged the wallet and the wallet hugged back, I paused in a moment of sympathy for the wallet then prised the inseparable pair apart as I guided the wallet into the tight jean pocket on my right leg. It felt content but not complete, warm and safe yet cold and scared, full of cards and money yet devoid of purpose. It was inconsolably depressed.
    I arrived home with my shopping and the rescued pavement wallet resting in my right jean pocket. I let out a breath of indescribable emotion, dropped all of the carefully packed plastic bags from Tesco on to my warm red carpet. In one smooth motion my hand swept up and forced its way into the enclosed space on my right jean leg that cradled a scared orphan. I firmly tugged it out of the safety of the pocket on the right leg of my jeans. It fell to the floor, limp, lifeless and it stared at me, pleading with me. Begging me for help. I knelt to the fragile corpse and gently caressed its leathery skin. I ran my hand along it and felt it shiver from the sensation of touch it had been so long removed from. My hands found their way to the edge of the lifeless body and noticed where to sides had met to form an opening into the heart; where all it's secrets slept. My finger pressed into the gap and ignored the resistance being given, it pushed, the two sides split and moved until they led flat apart from each other, symmetrical with a fold in the middle.
    There, I saw it, that fateful truth, that irrevocable moment in which I saw you staring through a dirty piece of plastic into my soul and washing away all thoughts from my mind. I was indeed enlightened. All my previous feelings of content incompletion had faded. I was yours. I lay still and searched your face for news of my fate. Your hand stretched down towards me and ripped from my very center a picture of my previous companion. I saw your eyes in that moment and the image was burnt into my existence. Your eyes, how they welled with love, with longing, with uncontrollable desire. It didn't last, in unmissable instant your eyes corrupted, hatred burnt through your eyes like light through darkness. The fury traveled through your hands and ripped through the flimsy picture.
    I raised my hand as it clenched a knife with it's point staring into my heart, it thrusted downwards into me, you lay and observed with a useless sympathy. As lifeless as the moment we met yet more alive than me. I have no wallet.