Looking for Company by Tony Broadwick - HTML preview

Physical limitations

Chocolate machine.

Shining brightly.

Eye catching.

Mouth-watering.

Slot.

Inviting.

Empty,

and ready.

Hands

rushing into the pockets.

Digging for change.

"Damn it, I know I had one!"

"There!"

Came up

with a coin.

Fingers trembling,

fearing resistance,

nearing the slot.

Lowered the piece in.

Cling, clang.

Home Run!

Tiny lights

Winking acceptance.

Asking me to push the buttons

For what I want.

What I want!

Easier than I thought.

Mmm.

Tasted better than I remembered.

I want more.

Into my pockets.

Come on!

Please, come on.

OHCOMEON!

Hell.

Why is a man

always short of change?