one word prompts — 🔄 (found) // @cleverbxrd
Sam had always liked birds. It was something Riley found hilarious, something that made him grin and whoop and clap Sam on the shoulder like he’d just told the funniest goddamn joke anyone had ever heard, but it was true. As a kid, he remembered watching the pigeons in the park, his mother at his side. They’d always looked so free, like they didn’t have a care in the world. Like they knew who they were. Sam had always liked that.
It had been a long time since he’d gone to the park and sat on a bench to watch them. He’d never done it in this universe, though it didn’t make much of a difference. Birds, as it turned out, were pretty much the same across the multiverse. And there was a cold comfort in that, too.
He’d been lost in the motion of the birds for a while now, watching them until his mind was numb. It took a movement from the corner of his eye to break the trance (because a soldier’s instincts never faded, even after they came home). He turned his head to follow the movement, spotting the wallet the moment it hit the ground. Shit. Pushing himself to his feet --- and scaring the birds off in the process --- he ran towards the wallet, scooping it up before catching up to the kid who’d dropped it. “Hey, man,” he said, “I found this. Think it’s yours?”