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linkBoy and man came into a store, sign blinking in bright neon. They trudged to the back smelling hardware and rubber and tired men in the midst buying things needed for tired men projects. Man was after bullets. Bullets were always sold in the back. Man was happiest buying anything in the back, nothing in the front was worth the time. Boy followed. He was a good son but he was of an age were he did not understand that the back sold reality, the front sold image.
But the man loved his son and after bullets were selected for the gun they needed to protect the cattle they had to trudge back to the front toward and through the candy colors and ringing coin to get back to the reality outside.
Boy spoke first. May we? He pointed to the brightest machine. Lottery $1.
Man paused. Stupid thing for a man to hope. Man filled ovals under the rimmed gaze of baleful blue eyeshadow.
Name? asked the woman.
Man shook the bag of bullets. LLC, said the man.
November 14th, 2011 at 02:37 am 1321238233
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November 14th, 2011 at 02:38 am 1321238302
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