Annie POV
Work is over, and I need to but another alarm clock. I visit the alarm clock store so often, I'm a regular there, that's an all new kind of low. A regular at an alarm clock store. Oh. But really I loved the alarm clock store, the workers are friendly, the costumers old and grumpy (my kind of people). and they have shitty sounding classical music playing quietly, the whole vibe is nice. I desperately want to work at Old Time & Rhyme Shop, but every time I applied there were no openings left, surprisingly.
As I enter the store, the homely smell of lavender fills my nose, filling me with a sense of peace.
"Annie! ahohoho I thought you'd never come back."
"Phillip, you know I cant go a week without breaking an alarm clock." He stifles and old, airy laugh filling the room.
"So, whadda kinda alarm clock you wanna get today kiddo?"
"Just looking."
"Tell me when you're ready to buy, and uh, maybe I oughta buy you some dinner tonight?"
"Not a chance, I'm not into older men."
"I bet ya ain't into any men, bitch." he murmurs under his breath.
I browse the endless shelves looking for the perfect alarm clock to next break, across the room one catches my eye. As I wonder over to it, its continually gets more extravagant. The alarm clock is a hybrid of a snail and a bee, the shape of a snail but with yellow and black bee markings and a stinger, it was perfect. In the middle of the shell it says the time, and god, it was a beautiful alarm clock.
"Phillip! I've found the one!"
"Oh have ya? Ah yes, I named this one Snee, it'll be 15 dollars."
I pay him the 15 and thank him, promising to see him next week. I go back to my apartment and set Snee on the table next to my bed, I set the alarm for 2 AM, just for fun.
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A Trumpy Night
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