4/4/22 The Magic Wallet

 The Magic Wallet

Orion was a young man, with a very special possession. He had a small black leather wallet that he took with him everywhere. This wallet had what seemed to be a magical ability. Every once in a while Orion would look in the wallet and find a couple hundred dollars. Every now and then he would do a small job here and there for friends or family: mowing the lawn, walking dogs, even watching young kids for a few hours. He didn’t get paid much for them but it was something.

He had been doing little jobs like this since he was thirteen and got the black leather wallet specifically to store this new income he was bringing in. Back then money was not as important to him so he never really kept track of how much was in the wallet. Years later when he turned sixteen and money became more appealing, he was thrilled to count what he had earned in the past three years. A couple hundred dollars is what he found and he was ecstatic.

When he got older, he did less and less jobs as his life grew busier. Still, Orion would occasionally check in the wallet and every time, he would find a few hundred dollars. His friends were so envious of him, they would always ask where the money came from, but he honestly didn’t remember. He could have sworn, any small job he did, he got paid with a check, but somehow the money was still in his wallet.

He would go to the bank and deposit the cash and then not even bother looking in the wallet, knowing he only kept about forty dollars in it. But again, a little over half a year later he would look, and there would be a few hundred dollars. Orion began to think he may have some type of memory loss, because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember where the money came from. 

As weird as it was, he never complained. Who would complain about a wallet that always has a few hundred dollars in it every time you look? Everytime he would find the money he would always think to himself, “I’m going to keep track of what money goes in here.” But as the months would go on he would lose track or not even notice, and the money would be there.

Now at the age of twenty-three, he doesn’t even question it anymore, he is just grateful and slightly astounded everytime he looks in his wallet to find a few hundred dollars.


The End

4/4/22

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