Fiction: The Vending Machine - Coins with me

I haven't seen him for days. I wonder where has he been.

At the mean time, I have been collecting coins like a little child. I get excited every time I get some loose change back. I would keep the coins in my coin pouch and hold on to it like a treasure. Whenever I get enough to buy a can of drink from the vending machine, I would say a prayer and walk bravely to the isolated machine, hoping to see him there.

But no, I have gone there at least three times in a week. I see no him. Where is he? Was he my hallucination that fine day when I did not have any coins with me?

Comments

jazz said…
So short? Write more.. :D
lynnx01 said…
Hahah, no inspiration! :P

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