Bad Blood, Dream 1
dreamt by marita
Date: 6/28/98
I was no longer an employee of the Quick-E-Mart-like store. I stepped back into the store to take another look around--my last?
Or was it going to be a new beginning? I had quit, but I had another chance to decide whether or not I could stay. I don't
remember why the job was so important; I was just the cashier. Standing at the booth where I used to work, I saw flashes of certain
experiences I have had there. Namely the number of guns that were pointed at my head. Armed robberies used to scare me, but
I got used to it. You began to sense whether or not the robber was going to shoot if you followed directions. And most of them
wouldn't. Still, I finally felt that I shouldn't take that chance again; I was not going to wait for a real psychotic to shoot me in the
head. And though I was never physically hurt, I've seen plenty of shootings and gun fights. The thing that scared me the most might
not even be the shooting itself, but the aftermath. I have seen some limp bodies bleeding on the floor of the store, especially feeling
the shock when the paramedics come and there is nothing they can do. Before they come, there is almost always some kind of hope
that the shot may be saved...I have to be thankful at least I have never seen a head bleed. I was sure now that I would never set
foot in this store ever again, no matter what they offered me.
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