The Candy Machine

I stood against the wall that originates my inevitable doom. As I walked opposite from the brick wall, across the desolated street, the sound of the machine’s clinks. They echoed around me. The sounds. They made me mad. I lost such control over reality. The Candy Machine hides nothing, but truth within it. I walked towards it as same as the past million attempts I have been doing. Is it all my life? Yet the fact I seek would be hidden among the demons under the deepest layers of hell. The Candy Machine wanted more. It was starving for what lies upon my right pocket. My dominant hand began reaching into it. The fingers felt something which shivered up my bones. The coldness and the rusty smell of the coins were ready to be picked up again, but I forgot what I was doing. When I stopped in front of the machine, I sat on, not just a bench, but the same bench I met a millennium ago. He likes me, I thought. He likes me sitting on his flat wooden panel, I thought again. Suddenly, the Candy Machine went clinking even more louder. I held up my body with my weak legs, leaving the bench. I am ready to eat some more candy. The limb grabbed the circular metal piece and pulled it out into the freezing air outside the pocket. My brains couldn’t work. The limb jammed the coin right into the Candy Machine’s little hole. I closed my eyes. I opened them some time later. I stood against a wall.

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