As I’m cycling I see a dark shape in the gutter. I go back to investigate and pick up a black leather wallet. There is no money inside but lots of cards and receipts. The wallet seems to belong to a bus conductor – his smiling face peers back at me from his London transport identity card. I put the wallet in my bag and continue on my way, resolving to hand the wallet in the next time I use the bus.
Months go past and the wallet waits in my draw.