Convenience Store Woman

Maybe people who thought they were being violated felt a bit better when they attacked other people in the same way.

When something was strange, everyone thought they had the right to come stomping in all over your life to figure out why.

I hear the faint rattle of a new plastic bottle rolling into place as a customer takes one out of the refrigerator, and look up instantly.

Infecting each other like this is how we maintain ourselves as human is what I think.

It is the start of another day, the time when the world wakes up and the cogs of society begin to move. I am one of those cogs, going round and round. I have become a functioning part of the world, rotating in the time of day called morning.

From now on we shall be open twenty-four hours, seven days a week, year-round. Please come and shop here at your convenience.”

Well done, Miss Furukura,” the manager told me. “That was perfect! You kept your calm, even though it was your first time on the till. Good job, keep it up. Oh look, the next customer!”

My very cells exist for the co

More than a person, I’m a convenience store worker.

I would carry my genes carefully to my grave, being sure not to rashly leave any behind, and I would dispose of them properly when I die