Oh, looks like that yard sail over there 'aren't getting any sales... Poor guys. I guess I should go check them out a bit..? See if there is anything interesting...
I thought to myself, looking over to the small, old house in the corner of the block. This neighbourhood was having a huge garage sale, all the houses where getting tons of sales, except that one house... I felt kind of bad, me being the softy of the family. I jogged over to the house, where there were no people checking out this house.
Probably because there was only one small, brown, wooden table that seemed frail in age.
It had a few things on it. I scanned it with my eyes and didn't really see anything interesting... just a few notebooks, paintings, small boxes, the usual.
Then I saw a small black box that was open, with no lid. The box was like about the size of a regular shoe box, nothing special.
I moved my hand over and grabbed it, pulled it over so see inside. It was damp.
I saw something gold...
A cartridge.
A Nintendo 64 cartridge.
It was lying on its face, I couldn't see the sticker. But I still knew what this meant... the only cartridge that is golden is.. Mayjora's Mask. And that's when my eyes widened and my jaw dropped.
Full of joy, I yanked out the game and dropped the box carelessly on the driveway. I flipped the game over to view the sticker. At the top right corner it was peeling and a bit worn out, as if someone peeled of the sticker than put it back on. That didn't matter though, I got my game!! This was the day I have been waiting for my whole life! (Well... it felt like my whole life.)
A smile curled onto my lips and I jumped up and down like an exited child. (I am an exited child anyway... well, a teenager I guess.) But I stopped when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
Spinning around, I come face to face with a shaggy old man with a long, over grown white beard, golden eyes hidden under bushy white eyebrows, and a hunched back. A long wooden cane was held in his shaky, pale, wrinkled hand supporting him.
"O-oh I'm sorry.." I said, picking up the black box and carful placing the game back in it.
"You like the game?" He asked. His voice was raspy and tired.
"Uh... Yeah, a bit..." I looked down at the box.
"It belonged to a boy.. I used to know..." He said quietly.
"Oh.. And where is he?" I asked.
"He's... not with us anymore." He replied.
I fell silent and looked down at my feet.
"I'm sorry..." I said quietly. "Is it for sale?"
"Oh, yes... I was meaning to get rid of it for a while."
"How much?"
"It's free."
My eyes widened.
"For sure? I can just take it?"
"Go ahead, what would an old fellow like me need it for?"
I hesitated, but then stuck the game in my green bag.
"Well, thank you. It means a lot to me."
I smiled lightly and shut my bag.
"Have a nice day." I said, and made my way down the street. He stood there and stared at me, no reply. About two houses down, I heard him call something out. I couldn't hear it completely clear but I'm pretty sure he was saying, "Goodbye, then."
I headed back to my house a few blocks down, and then tried the game.
