Sunday, October 17, 2010

boombox time machine

I walk into a thrift store looking for a raggedy towel I sold years before. Underneath scattered clothing, I see a 1980's boom box and I am drawn to its odd switches, knobs, and aging color. I ask the store owner if this boombox still works, but he ignores my question and continues to eat his lunch. I ignore him too and walk out the front door, but as I leave, the store owner looks up at me and mutters, it's a time machine.

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