Ka-ching. Clack. Tic-tic-tic-tic…

I love these things. Twenty-five cents, exact change, and you get a magnified view of everything ahead. You can look up, you can look down, and you can look forty five degrees to the left or right. You only get one minute, so you have to try and make it count.

My quarter swallowed, I place my eyes against the eye pieces and begin to swivel and search. Tik-tik-tik… I come across a woman bent over in front of the walrus habitat. She is picking up the four dollar smelly dead fish plate she dropped. She is beautiful. So close, and yet so far away. She looks up. She stares in my direction. I know that I am anonymous behind this large metal moon through which I peer. But the feeling is unmistakable. She is looking at me. She sees me.

She reaches behind her, and begins to tug at something in her back pocket. She struggles but her eyes never leave me. Successful, she brings her hand up in front of her. I can almost make out what it is… Clack. Blackness