It's SP00KY SZN and in honor of Kinktober, here is a compilation of fics to enjoy all October. Even if you've read it before, give it another look to make sure nothing changed. *wink* By the way I love y'alls comments 😂 - NOW! LET THE PARTY BEGIN!
When the car powers off, the chill from the nippy winter air begins to set in. I lock my car doors and go in for my first shift at the JifTrip, a small gas station off the exit in rural Lexington.
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"Graveyard?"
"Janine?"
"What are you doing out here?"
"Picking up the overnight shift.. I thought you worked across town."
"I do," she pauses, "Did.. Well.. It's a long story."
I nod rounding the register to get into the booth, around the thick plastic barrier. The cozy heat from the heater hits me instantly and she smiles at my pleasantly shocked expression. I was prepared for a cold and uncomfortable night.
"That heat feel good, huh!"
"Who you tellin! How do I check in?"
I hate to be ask too many questions but it's my first day. She's good about it. She gives a rundown of everything to know, do, and expect including how to work and unjam the register. Apparently it likes it rough.
"You don't have to stay, it's getting late," I hint giving her the option to go home before the sky gets any darker. Being out at night isn't safe for anyone, much less a beautiful woman. Much less a black woman in Lexington. "Good thing about an overnight is you don't deal with too many people. I should be fine."
Even now there aren't many cars outside or people inside. I only noticed about three different people in the store. One was only buying gas.
"You sure," she lingers, but I insist.
"Get home safe."
"Bye Graveyard."
I watch the surveillance camera feed counting exactly how many people are in the gas station while Janine grabs her things to walk out. She gets as far as the door two trucks, one red and one black, zoom up a little too quickly, not bothering to park in a space. Confederate flags wave from both ends of the truck beds.
"Janine!"
She seems to have the same thoughts as me, running back.
"Just hang out for a minute." I duck and push her head down. "I hope I'm wrong but something don't seem right."
"Did you see the flags?"
Voices carry into the store and I put my finger over my mouth hoping she'll stay quiet as we listen from behind the counter.
"Late night snacks," one loudly mocks as a loud group of white men take over the store, spreading out. "Woo!" Gunshots.
Janine flinches and I cover her mouth fast. I had a feeling and now it looks like we're both in for a long night.
"Here piggy pig pig," the voice stalks around the aisles, firing again. Janine is breathing too hard, too loud.
I mouth to her that she needs to calm down now.. and turn off her ringer. Her eyes go wide and she takes out the phone but it's dead. It doesn't light up. I roll my eyes. I don't even have mine. There goes the idea of calling for help. We're on our own.
