Corey Price
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Pawn Shop Dystopia
Disgruntled with his government-provided equipment, the Ready Player Pawn Shop owner glares at a piece of seemingly silver jewellery lying upon the surface of faulty technology. An oil painting hung up behind the counter, a hologram label before it reading that it was originally created in 2013 by an unidentified author (crippling its value), pictures a gorgeous woman who is seemingly middle-aged, though she looks no older than her twenties. Her cat-like eyes gaze upon the strangely shaped object as freakish lime lights dance across its beaten surface. Out of nowhere, a booming sneeze erupts from the store owner, leaving no time to bring his arm to catch it. To the painted woman’s dismay, snot dangles from her styled, auburn hair. His eyes don’t change from their resting position of constant ferocity but the gentle exhalation from his nose explain his current thoughts plentiful. He sighs. First, he checks the left pocket of the vintage cotton jacket, where the label annoyingly poking out from the collar reads ‘MADE IN CHINA - 2032’, before jerking his hand back to the polluted air with no form of tissue in his possession. Some brief contemplation takes place before he takes the cheaply framed portrait from the wall and slots it beneath the counter crafted out of LED screens. A few minutes pass before he moves again to scratch his bristled jaw before being brought back to life by a melodious pinging from the machine beside him.
By Corey Price3 years ago in Fiction