Monday, 28 April 2025

Open Mart

The car pulled into the parking lot at quite a clip, braking hard just before hitting the dumpster.


After a minute a woman staggered out, blood dripping off one arm, her dress torn, a shotgun gripped in her good arm. She limped into the store, grabbing a bottle of 'Premium' rotgut, and a then a bag of gummi fruits that was half off since they were three weeks out of date.


She slammed them down on the counter and then threw a twenty next to them, the numbers only just visible through the blood.


We made eye contact, and we had quite a conversation in that moment, with no words. At least, I assume I understood her, I wasn't going to risk actually speaking to seek clarification, given the shotgun that she held tighter than anything other than the pack of gummis.


I rang the purchase up, gave her her change, which she put into the charity tin, along with a few more drops of her blood, and then she took her purchases and left.


Of course, none of that happened, as you can see on the security camera footage, other than the few minutes where it stopped working, somehow.

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