The Mad Rush
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I realise I’m in a local shop.
I see that I’m in a charity shop. I don’t recall why.
I'm told that I need to volunteer as soon as possible.
So I put on my tag and get cracking. I nod my head.
However, I see we’re having a hectic day. I gulp hard.
Thus, I need to tidy up the many clothes rails often.
I need to serve the customers with a big, fake smile.
Packing the clothes into the bags is exhausting.
My alarm goes off, and I quickly wake up.
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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