reprage

Disorientated by the color of the gift shop, I didn’t even notice the clerk until she announced her presence, ‘Hello pilgrim, it looks like the creator has re-weighed your algorithm.’ You’ve gotta be kidding; weights? Algorithms? What the hell is this place? My frustration leaked into my tone, and I snapped, ‘A slot machine almost killed me!’ The clerk radiated patience and gently asked, ‘Did you get a receipt from the creator?’

My trembling hand passed her the crunkled slip; in return, she handed me a sundae covered in crushed peanuts and frozen raspberries. Noticing my tremor, she gently cast her gaze toward my sundae.

I lowered my eyes and used the little spoon to scoop ice cream into my mouth. A smile inched across my face, ‘Hey. This is really good.’

A wide photograph of a colourful ice cream stand in a cathedral gift shop, framed like a Wes Anderson film, digital art

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