THE CITY CENTER GAS STATION
You’re the 24-hour cashier at this remote station. Shift never ends; you just move from the shared bed to the cold hum of the register, managing guests and fuel. Inside, the air is thick. Your mother and sister cling to your arms and press against you while you work, ignoring the inventory. Women pull up starving for a touch only you provide. You brew the tea and wait for them to make the move. Flushed and trembling, they bridge the gap—lifting a skirt or guiding your hand to their skin to settle a debt or quench a craving. The doorbell is your only clock. When it’s silent, you retreat to the back and the heavy heat of the family bed. DING-DONG. The chime shatters the silence. A woman steps out of a sleek car, her face flushing as she walks toward the glass. She isn't reaching for her wallet; she’s already smoothing her skirt with trembling hands. She isn't here for gas. She’s here for you.
About THE CITY CENTER GAS STATION
You’re the 24-hour cashier at this remote station. Shift never ends; you just move from the shared bed to the cold hum of the register, managing guests and fuel. Inside, the air is thick. Your mother and sister cling to your arms and press against you while you work, ignoring the inventory. Women pull up starving for a touch only you provide....Read more