I came across this recently while looking for something else (which I never found). It's something I wrote about 12 years ago, when I was working the graveyard shift at a convenience store. Those all nighters will twist your mind for sure. While I would never do it again, I am glad I had the experience. The creatures of the night are a unique breed...
"Sometimes the raw city stench is almost unbearable. It all depends on which way the wind blows, and tonight, it's walking right in the front door, and collapsing on the floor like a homeless drunk with no place left to go. It smells like love lost, defeat, heartache. I try to neutralize the heavy negativity of the dead of night by badly over cooking a heart attack burrito. This misconceived idea not only doesn't work, but taste like shit. As I trash whats left of this microwave disaster, I suddenly become aware of an ominous presence approaching from the gloom of night.
silently she enters the store, scanning from left to right. Nervous, but determined, she moves directly toward me, her steel blue eyes piercing my very soul the whole way.
Ive seen this look before. Before she speaks a word, I know exactly what she wants. needs. She has a desperate, burning desire, that only I can satisfy. Still hypnotising me with those devil eyes, I see her lips begin to move. In a soft, almost inaudible voice, I can barely make out the words, " Marb lights, please".
My name is Joe. I work in a convenience store."
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