The Chase

The designer hat—gray, soft like a cloud and pricier than his last few checks, with a logo that often drew wows from others—was the gift he bought for himself the day he was finally promoted to supervisor in his old bank. It was fantastic. He loved it so much, he felt like he was missing a limb whenever he went out without it.

Yet, he didn’t hesitate to let the wind blow it away, a lifetime later, so he could first chase after the scattering dollar bills that he'd earned from playing his guitar by the station.