Peggy Sommerfield

Nightmare

The light above cast a sickly light on the cashier ringing up my purchases. His skin had an unhealthy pallor and his eyes were sunken in and ringed in gray. The air felt stuffy and I couldn't wait to get out of there. I could feel eyes on me and had yet to pin them to the source. After handing the sickly cashier my hard earned money, which didn't seem to get me far nowadays, I headed outside.