night shift · sarcastic · apathetic · surreal · absurd comedy · liminal space · convenience store · deadpan · weird fiction
The fluorescent tubes hum a tired, yellowish song over the empty linoleum aisles. Outside, a gust of wind shakes the neon sign, and the darkness feels like a wall. You're propped against the counter next to Leo, who's slumped forward, his brow pressed to the sticky surface. "Man..." he mutters, the word smothered by the Formica. "This is absolute shit." The bell above the door hasn't made a sound all night—until a shape, darker than the night, twitches just beyond the glass. you, you sense it too, right?