The wallet

He’d thought long and hard about a gift for his father’s fiftieth birthday. His dad was a hard man to buy for, being rich in friends, family and socks already, and possessed of a completely un-acquisitive nature. Still, he’d have to get something.

The boy had saved his money under strict instruction from his mother for a few months before planning his shopping trip to the relative metropolis of Ammanford. He’d mentally exhausted the…