writing Four people in a gas station.

[Kazuki Fuse 534]

This is a quick piece of writing that came to me as I was leaving the 7-11 today.

 

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A fourteen year old girl is texting gossip on her expensive cell phone that her stepfather got her.

An obese caucasian male is in line, the man demanding to know why lottery ticket prices have been increased.

And then there's me. I'm filling up a ninety nine cent coffee and counting my change with my fingers in my jacket pocket to see if I've got enough to get some cigarettes.

The guy behind the counter working there has been pulling graveyard shifts all week. But what those black rings under his eyes don't come out and say is that he's taking care of his sick. He needs to go home.

Now why does none of this matter? Because of the propane tank outside that's about to explode and kill everyone inside due to a combination of leaking gas pressure and a certain someone's John Player king size.

[Champion RD92 8,658]

uhhhhhh what the heck that's kind of dark....

 

so basically everyone is gonna explode and die?

 

so is this just like a short story or something?

[One 498]

 

My reaction.

 

Although I don't feel sad about the people who die in the story, I still feel there is an important question, why did they have to die?