[ WP ] A guy finds the perfect avocado

Beating concrete, a cotton bag limp and tangled between long legs. In the apartment two storeys up, a pan warms under the impression of propane combustion. Two blocks away, past the pawn shop, past the eddies of public commotion, is the market destination. He had done groceries just yesterday but entangled in the factorial allure of everything everywhere, the alien fruit had slipped through his fingers. 
 
 Nearing the market, a man shouted loudly from an apartment balcony, `` Bolivia has reanimated the past!''. The streets exploded in spanish dialects, the little Southern America's, delicious subcultures that waspy Canucks so enjoyed to wander in the daylight. 
 
 Finally the sounds and commotion of the market surrounded him. Scents unacquainted graced his nostrils like some patchwork, and the vibrant options almost distracted him again, but the curb was found. The one needed. 
 
 Back home his oven was riding low, baking his tortillas slowly. He felt instant heat as he realized his responsibility to haste. The avocado's fully spanned his vision as he tried to calculate his decision. From underneath his arm a small woman produced two paper parcels, wrapped with waxed twine. 
 
 `` Guacamole?'' says the small lady in a spanish accent. `` Why yes'' says he, taken aback by her apparent knowledge of his objective. 
 `` I know, i know...'' she says repeatedly while placing the wrapped avocados in his hands, which he then puts in his red bag. After removing himself from the bag she had disappeared, leaving a fluttering feeling of cosmology in his stomach. 
 
 Whilst mixing the green mash, his onions went rotten, his cilantro wilted to dead-brown and his tomatoes liquefied. The symbology of his day had been uncanny, and he fell to his knees to pray to the vapours that had dogged an apparently heathen brew. 
 
 Slowly he rose to the bowl of ethereal green philter with a worthy chip in hand, he was naked and actively suspending his disbelief. Into the Guac he dipped, dripping at the mouth with excitement, and into his mouth ran the green locomotive. He fell backwards in paralyzing euphoria. In the doorway of his kitchen he saw the Costa Rican lady's glowing aura. 
 
 `` Be still, be still'' 
 

