Booby Trap

Date/Timing: 28 January 2013
Setting: Central Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
Inspired by this Tumblr post
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People chatter past, wrapped up in navy and stars and being happy-happy Aussies having a day off work.
Logan sighs.
Checks his pockets.
Sighs again at his lint collection.
Stretches his arms over his head, rolls his shoulders, pushes off the quayside rail.
A brief stroll and he melts into the holiday crowd, fingers twitching.
His stomach grumbles; he controls a cringe.
Takes a breath, lets the current of bodies pull him along, dipping here and there into bags, pockets, purses.
God bless cargo pockets.
Passes on the pram ... /aaaaand the cop in plainclothes.
Another purse, a rucksack, a 'satchel', a purse.
Follows the stream flowing toward a CCTV blind spot, makes his own little eddy into a bin-lined alley where working stiffs hide to smoke between shifts.
Works his way through his catch.
Cards.
Whole thing in a bin.
Cards.
Bin.
Cards.
Bin.
Five.
Pocket.
Cards and fifty.
Bin and pocket.
Cards.
Bin.
Twenty.
Pocket.
Cards.
Bin.
Cards.
Bin.
Ear-splitting, tinny 'music'!
Jumps at /least a meter, (does not) shriek, sends the fuckin' thing sailing.
Glitter sparkles down, coating him head to toe.
"Mother/fucker!"
He huffs, brushes the worst of the pink shit off his clothes.
"Who the fuck fuckin' booby-traps a fuckin' wallet?" he mutters.
Scoops up the stupid thing, dumps it in the bin, ruffles a cloud of sparklies out of his hair. 
Sighs, "At least I match the fuckin' party crowd."
Shoves off along a different route to treat himself to his favourite sandwich and then a fucking shower.
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