hic vigilans somniat
Working early at the store, music playing overhead while I stand at the counter and tap away at my computer. Preoccupied with personal gripes and past arguments—sifting through parental and paternal confrontations long past and never happened. My mind, in short, on other things. “Hey.” A hoarse whisper, loud, from someone standing in the open space to my left. I… Continue reading attention
Crowded afternoon at the store, lots of activity and customers. A guy gets my attention, excited to be buying the massive brass singing bowl we got from Tibet. I am excited for him as well, since it’s several thousand dollars. Not a bad way to end the day. I get cornered behind the counter by a difficult customer, raising hell over… Continue reading the end
Armed men have taken over the store. I manage to get out before they lock the doors, but I can’t just leave everyone else there I have to get back in. I have to try and do something, to stop whatever they have planned. I keep going from door-to-door, surprised at how easily they assume I’m one of them. But once… Continue reading robbery
