Monster Mart Gig
By Craig Wilson
The smoke soon clears, and I am outside.
I do not recall leaving the house, however.
My father is accompanying me right now.
I'm reminded that we need a new battery.
My watch has died; it happened so soon.
We go inside this new huge mega-market.
Oddly, I'm mistaken for the new hire.
So, I’m forced to do some odd jobs here.
My coworkers are also literal monsters.
I transform into a dragon and roar loudly.
My colleagues shrink back and apologize.
I return to normal. I leave the store and dream.
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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