single person’s diary: you’re welcome

Upon exit I felt the sun push my eyes away as if ashamed of them. I looked around for my wallet, fearing I had left it inside; nope, it was still here, bulging, stocked.

Outside the train station there was a school band playing. It was an all-girl ensemble, fundraising for summer camp or something worthy. I dug into my pocket and quickly found a handful of dollar bills.

“So I never get to see you again, kid.”