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Friday, March 12, 2004
The building was not extraordinary. It huddled behind a small grove of pine trees just outside the city, tan and dirty gray, just one big garage. Even if he had seen it before, he wouldn't have noticed it. Against the darkening sky it seemed to be made of shadows more than anything else.
He had run away.
Actually up and done it.
He had actually ran away from home.
If that was supposed to make him pleased with himself, then it wasn't working. He felt very cold, and sort of scared. He looked up at the building with nothing but shelter in mind. He figured it was empty anyway.
He was wrong. When he pushed open the heavy swinging door, he did not see emptiness.(Oddly enough the door wasn't locked either. Coincidence?)He saw big black hulking box like things. Somehow he found a power switch close to the entrance and pulled the handle down. Then, believing his eyes became an even more difficult task.
Spread out in clusters all throughout the unusually large room were arcade games. The kinds he had seen that one time his mother had taken him to the big plaza in the city, and from each and every one came that slight electronically buzzing sound. The sound that meant, they were turned on.
Curiosity overcame him with ease, and he darted into the maze to look at the video games. He had never even touched one before. As he went through, though, he found that every machine was the same. Big black box with a faintly glowing screen and three different color buttons with a stick that moved in circles.
After walking for at least ten minutes he thought he would just turn back, go home, and watch his fish some more. That, however, is not what he did. He turned around and went to the one game that was different. The screen was a little bigger and showed a grassy field with a child sitting in the grass.
He touched the control stick.
It was warm, uncomfortably warm.
He tried to focus on the screen, but his eyes became blury, and when he blinked to clear it up, it got worse until he couldn't see at all.
Then he could see fine.
The fact was that he couldn't see the game anymore, but a massively expansive field, and right in front of him, a child.
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