Receipt G

There was a regular day at the supermarket. But it wasn’t regular for a particular being named Receipt G. It was his first birthday on March 1, 2007. It was born in the country named Dominion, a very civilized country. It had a head of a melon, a heart of a strawberry, a skeleton of spaghetti, and lungs of beans. It also had a smooth, glossy surface which symbolized its youth and innocence. Receipt G was really excited about being born and experiencing its life for the first time. The cashier handed it over to a large man, whose hands were old and greasy. Receipt G didn’t really feel comfortable in those hands. Its white, fresh surface was now covered with greasy fingerprints. Its sense of insecurity even increased when the man started to crumple it. Receipt G thought that its life was over, and with horror closed its eyes. However, in seconds later, it found himself in a strange environment. It was really tight and dark. The smell of cigarettes made it almost impossible to concentrate on its observations. Some dirty strange papers with numbers and faces on them were rubbing against Receipt G, making him feel even more uncomfortable. It realized later that it was a pocket of that old man, with greasy hands. Suddenly, Receipt G felt really cold, and the greasy hand dove into the pocket searching for warmth and comfort. Receipt G thought that this greasy hand was really unfriendly, and decided not to talk to him. It just waited to see how his life will unfold later. Then, Receipt G noticed a tense shake, as if it was an earthquake or some other superior force approaching the pocket. The jacket of the old man was offhandedly tossed on the ground. Receipt G took this opportunity and slipped out that terribly uncomfortable and smelly pocket. It gently fell on the ground, still crumpled by those greasy hands. It hoped for a miracle to happen, it wanted to be flat and new again. But the ageing came unpredictably quickly. Receipt G started to blame itself for not being friendly with that greasy hand in that horrible dark pocket. Maybe it would help him to extend his existence but putting it in a safe place. Well, now Receipt realized that it is too late and that it is already on the ground where, very soon, it will be destroyed and tossed in the garbage. The moment has come. Receipt G saw those greasy hands approaching for its fragile body. The hands crumpled it even more and yes, tossed it in the garbage. Then, it could hardly identify the surrounding, so it closed its eyes, and in silence, accepted its miserable destiny.