convenience stores and tile floors

three [tord]

Dust is everywhere. 

Really, it's unavoidable when you are driving on a road literally covered in dirt. Clouds of tan with the scent of oil and dust form around your car as you slam on the brakes.

You see a building.

There seems to be a gas station, with a little store. Maybe you'll get lucky and have enough change to buy gas.

You were not prepared to leave. But, really, how could you be prepared to leave? 

You didn't think you could stay. Or that you should stay. The way your friends looked at you made you regret everything. 

You'd, of course, already paid for it enough, your right eye not seeing as well (or at all - honestly, you didn't even know how you were still functioning in general) and your arm being a prosthetic. 

You count your money. Enough for a full tank of gas, and then some. The tank is nearly empty, anyways - you got lucky.

The car lurches forward towards the gas station, pulling next to a pump. You look around - you tend to find distractions in life easily. 

A streak of blue behind the window of the store catches your eye.

Your tank fills up, and you need to go inside anyways to pay for your gas.

Perhaps you won't be so alone anymore.

At least for a couple of seconds.