Character

Graeme has a tan wallet it is gradually turning brown and shiny from years of palm sweat. The leather is softened and worn, flattened and compacted, the stitching is coming undone around the catch. Inside is the evidence of an unsorted life, an archive of the trivia of a decade. There is a half used swimming ticket, three tattered Unity Books concession cards, each with one lonely book entered, this is the same book he buys each year then gives away before its finished, his drivers's licence, now three years past its expiry date, and folded into a tiny triangle and squeezed into a corner a letter from his ex-wife and one true love.