The Lost Wallet

On Tuesday I lost my wallet. I noticed it at the shop when I wanted to pay for milk. My pocket was empty. I checked my bag, then my other pocket, then the bag again. Nothing. I felt sick.

I walked back the way I came, looking at the ground. I asked the man at the coffee stall, but he hadn't seen anything. I was worried because my ID card and my bank card were both in the wallet.

When I got home, my neighbour was waiting outside my door. He was holding my wallet. "You dropped this by the gate," he said. Everything was still inside. I thanked him three times and gave him the milk I finally bought.