Pit stop

gasoline station during nighttime

Mama told me never to stop at gas stations at night, but I’ve been driving for hours, it’s the first sign of civilization in miles, and I really, really have to pee.

“In and out,” I encourage myself as I wiggle in place until my bladder calms down. Then I dash inside, hurry past what I presume is the attendant behind the front counter, and into the bathroom at the back of the store.

Immediately I’m greeted by a knife to the throat.

“I didn’t see anything!” I shriek. My mind is on the warm sensation spreading down my leg.

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