She Looked Sleepy

I was working behind the counter at the gas station. It was really early in the morning one fall and everything outside was a wall of grey mist. A dirty-red pickup pulled up by the store and a girl got out on the passenger side. She came in to get a few items off the shelves.

She made her way to the counter.. She was really pretty, pretty enough to be a stripper. But she looked too beaten down for it, her eyes were blood shot and she looked really sleepy. She spoke in a tired voice.

”Can I also get some Lucky Strikes?” the horn of the pickup sounded outside, muffled by the mist, “And a lottery ticket.”

She paid and left. Disappeared into the pickup, and the pickup disappeared into the mist.

Posted by: Paweł Kowaluk