Darryl slid three quarters into the vending machine and weighed his options. An aging wonder of chrome and glass, the machine held a decidedly limited selection. Darryl liked that. The lack of choice comforted him. Hungry, he would now waste less time deciding.
But which to choose?
The Angel Poofs in their crisp, navy foil gleamed radiantly. Not a substantial meal, but he would feel instant gratification with the sweet…