By
Craig Wilson
A
random girl and I are both trying to escape from Hell.
We
both somehow wind up a small convenience store.
The
old manageress thinks we’re her new recruits.
We’re
too afraid to protest, so we decide to play along.
The
girl sweeps the floor, and I have to work the till.
I
see an opening, and quickly run through the back door.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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