Finding you have lost your mind
The sound of the Harley echoed in his mind long after it had passed. Here he had thought that he was essentially alone in the world and in just two days he had met a total of three people, or at least seen evidence of three people. And only one of those three had killed themselves, that was a good score he reckoned.
He had had an irresistible urge to run after the Harley, but before he could collect his thoughts it was long gone.
He decided to roam around the town a little and see if there was anything that he would would like to get his hands on, before he headed back home. There had been enough adventure for a month or so he figured.
He said his good/bye to the bum and headed down the empty walking-street. Barely 500 meters further down the road, he stopped up outside a Foot-locker - he admired a pair of converse that stood on one of the shelves. Strolling further down the road he came by a bakery, the door was half-open and as he stepped into the darkness it still smelled of bread and pasteurizes. there was still some bread! He grabbed a loaf enthusiastically and to his great dismay, it was hard. So hard that when he tossed it across the room, it bounced off the window and slid across the floor, without as much as a crack in it. The register popped open with a 'ding!', for just a second he felt the surge of excitement as he saw the money that was lying there, totally up for grabs. But it took him just a second to realize that of course the cash had no value any longer as there was no one to trade it with and literally everything in the whole world was his, if he could get himself there and had big enough bags to drag it home. It was an odd feeling to have Everest, but at the same time have nothing. But why not enjoy it?
He decided right there to pretend that there were people all around him, it might be that he was actually losing his mind, but he did not care, he was in the moment and he was enjoying it. He smiled and waved right and left as he hopped down the walking street, nowhere and them dodging some imaginary pedestrian who did not move out of his way. He stopped to argue with an imaginary bearded man who was selling grilled corn, he smiled as he walked away with a delicious imaginary corn, extra salted, which he had managed to get for a lower prize than the normal. He saw a JB shoe-store, the door was locked, , but it nothing a few cobblestones could not handle. He stepped in and told the imaginary staff that he did not need help, and that he was just looking. He strolled around and headed over to the converse area. Perfect, there they were the classic black converse - he eyed them for a little, before deciding on the yellow converse. His red kicks were worn-out and he tossed them across the shop were they bounced off a mannequin face and torso, Jonas apologized - but then laughed as he realized that he was apologizing to a mannequin - he slapped his knee in high spirits - even the imaginary staff, a young man with a thin moustache, nodded at Jonas and laughed at the fact. Satisfied he danced out of the store. He walked over to the fast-food joint called MAX that lay across the Old Square - in a freezer in the back he found some hamburgers and buns and got busy making himself a feast. he was sitting at the window aisle enjoying a dry but fantastic burger, the imaginary staff over at the counter asked him how it tasted and he threw up a thumb and said "Great man!" with a mouth full hindering his fluent speech. As he looked past the smiling man at the counter he noticed a fridge right behind the counter - the light was still on! He threw down his sizzling hot burger and dashed to and over the counter. He slapped his palms against the glass and stared into the fridge. THERE! Right there there was an entire shelf with coffee milk. He slid the glass door aside and pushed the imaginary staff away who was trying to stop him. In a happy frenzy he grabbed a little packet and inspected its expiration date. IT STILL HAD A YEAR LEFT! He pulled of the little aluminum cover and squeezed the milk down his mouth. MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILK! It tasted of milk. He was in ecstasy. This was happiness. This was the shit! He had made it! He had found milk against all odds! He grabbed a fist full and slammed them down by his burger - this would be the feast of a lifetime. As he was about to take another bite of his burger he noticed that there was a rumble in the air and the Harley suddenly appeared outside the joint. He gaped and the food fell out of his mouth. there was a helmet figure on the bike, a lad it seemed, the head turned, the person seeming to survey the area- the helmet stopped at the person inside it spotted Jonas. He was frozen in choc and quietly wondering if this was part of the fact that he had fond that he had lost his mind...
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