Wallet

She opened her handbag and tipped the contents on the floor. It must be here she was completely sure of that. She had paid for the Coffee at the central station and put the wallet back in her bag. Yet it was nowhere to be seen. She thought back of her trip on the train and couldn't recall any suspicious person being nearby. She remembered now that she had her wallet on the train as she had her monthly ticket in her wallet. There was just this girl who sat next to her and seemed a bit lost. It couldn't have been her, could it? She seemed so fragile and scared. Do kids practice the pickpocketing? Then she remembered Dickens. Still, she had this odd feeling that if she searched well enough she would find it eventually. There was no reason behind it but she continued to search for it in all the rooms of the house. It continued for good two hours before she was ready to admit that it had been stolen from her bag on the train by a kid.