The crisp fall leaves crunched under Sam’s feet as he scoured the forest. As he searched, he puzzled over how he had lost his wallet while he was stargazing last night. He remembered the dazzling stars and swirling galaxies, and how clear the sky had been, there wasn’t a cloud in sight all night. Sam had made it an annual tradition to spend a week in his favourite campsite each fall, to get away from the city’s lights, sounds and pollution. He was in quite a rush, as he had to leave his campsite by 10am, so he could make it back to the city before nightfall. He dejectedly returned back to the campsite to finish packing. As he loaded the last bag into his truck, he looked back at the picnic table, laying on top was his brown worn-leather wallet. Sam cursed under his breath about how he had already looked there, and how it must have moved. Relieved but annoyed, Sam got behind the wheel, turned the ignition and peeled out of the campsite, determined to keep his wallet with him next time, until he lost it at a Tim Horton’s on the way home.
Written by Liam Murray for English 9