Wolfgang was a bitter, hard, cynical man, who had no love for the world. In fact, the only reason he was still alive was to spite his meddlesome relatives. He lived in a small, dingy flat and had no common luxuries such as a television, a microwave, or even a typewriter. Yet within this shabby home could be found amazing treasures, and one only had to look as far as Wolfgang’s astounding collection of books. Obviously he read in his spare time; in fact, he even read on the job. That was easy though, since he worked at a library.
One day, Wolfgang was walking through a favorite bookstore when he noticed a black, leather wallet lying inconspicuously on the ground, almost under a shelf. He contemplated whether or not to pick it up, but his curiosity got the better of him, so he bent down to retrieve the wallet. When he opened it, he saw that there were quite a few well-used credit cards, quite a lot of cash, and an identification card. The name was Georgina Honeydew. Wolfgang, though he was a contemptuous man, was not stingy or dishonest. So when he got back home, the first thing he did was call the number from the wallet. Little did he know that was only the beginning of things.
the wallet
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Wednesday, October 03, 2007
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