Another Man’s Passport

When they gave me my new passport at the counter, there was another man’s passport underneath it. I picked it up along with my own. Did I do this on purpose? Or was it an accident? I’m not sure. But I took both passports. The documents went in my briefcase and I quickly walked out of the building.

Later, back in the privacy of my office, I looked at the other passport. The name inside was Frank Marksman. The passport…