That Trader Joe’s Employee,
Let me tell you of his story.
The bright red numbers cut through the darkness
2:34, they read
A lonely child lies awake
“Don’t do it,” the text cries
“Just one more question,” she thought. “Just one more question and I’ll be done.” She glances up at the clock on the wall before her. Two minutes left until the bell. Oh, no … She looks back at her paper and hesitantly circles B just as the bell rings to end the day and release her to freedom.
I look around me and I am caught in an ocean of sympathy.
Yet, I do not soak any of it in.
I am lost at sea, forgotten as the currents pull me under.