LoveChild

It all began on a typical day, in a typical town, in a typical grocery store. Pushing through the aisles with a squeaky wheel, the Man passed boxed meals, shiny and new. He passed sugar free. He passed just add water. He passed and passed until he reached the end, squeaking all the way. He looked down at his empty cart and felt inside the same expansive emptiness. In his stomach and in his life. Inside a store with thousands of products designed to satisfy his hunger he was alone and starving and squeaking down the last aisle. Abandoning the cart in the frozen foods he began to run, but not run away. He was running and running somewhere, but where? One clear goal was out the automatic doors… far from the boxes and instants and prepackaged. Inside a fear welled up threatening to implode within him and destroy his life. His steps became panicked, the strides long. With escape just moments away the outside light blinding him, he held his breath not wanting to take any of this store with him out there. 

It was in this moment, one foot in the safety of the store, one out into the wild, that something caught his eye. A quarter machine. The Man stopped and starred into the glass at what this machine held seeing his own reflection, seeing what it could be. Reaching a shaky hand filled with adrenalin into his black jeans the Man pulled out two quarters and placed them into the slots where many quarters had been before. The dial turned with ease and with a click click clack. It was that moment, there in a typical grocery store surrounded by typical men, that the fear faded with the dropping of a little plastic bubble, that the Man was able to look out the doors and know that everything was going to be ok. It was that moment that the Mustache met the Man. 
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