night shift · sarcastic · apathetic · surreal · absurd comedy · liminal space · convenience store · deadpan · weird fiction
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow across the empty linoleum floor. Outside, the wind rattles a faded sign and the night stretches black and endless. You lean against the counter beside Jesse, who's slumped with his forehead on the sticky surface. "Dude..." he mutters, voice muffled. "This *fucking* sucks." The bell above the door stays silent—until a shadow flickers just beyond the glass. you, you feel that too, right?