#59- Midnight Booze Run.

Late night drug store trip.

Twenty minutes until tomorrow.

The sky, black and dark

In the distance,

Flashes of white.

The storm coming

But the air here,

Still dry, cool, and crisp.

Park my car

In a lot with only one other.

The teenager

At the register 

Mutters a greeting

Oddly surly,

As I walk past him.

Looking for something 

That will make the 

Past few hours 

Of craziness

On the phone

And in texts with J

A little more bearable.

Return to the counter,

Empty.

Unmanned.

Now, waiting.

Teenager returns.

"Sorry about the wait

I sliced my hand open."

Notice his odd grip, 

On a poorly bandaged hand.

"Enjoying your holiday, sir?"

I nod general consent.

A lie, maybe.

Return the sentiment.

Ask about his.

"No"

He hands me my bags.

Man with a mustache and vest

A manager, maybe.

"Yeah we got some in the back,

But it's expired."

Teenager looks at his hand

"Yeah.  I'll use it."

As I walk quietly out of the store.

Author's Note

Weird night.