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Randy pushed through the doors and was immediately hit by the dry heat outside. He was quickly reminded of a factoid he had heard about how moving from the outside into air conditioning and vice versa helped foster colds in most people. He forgot this little fact even quicker.
He looked down at the road leading up to the station and watched the car slowly progress its way up the hill. He could hear a chop in the motor that seemed far from healthy. Just under that he could hear the undulating breathing of the interstate miles away. And surrounding all of it was the white noise buzzing of thousands of hidden insects.
A late seventies model Cadillac, black, pulled slowly up to the outer pumps. Randy leaned against the doors of the market waiting for the engine to drop. He wasn’t sure why, but this was his normal stance, to lean coolly then approach once the engine was off.
The motor was not cutting out however. The car just sat there like a shadow, running. Randy squinted and tried to peer through the open window, but the driver was enveloped within that shadow. There was just a vague shape and he couldn’t tell if they were looking over at him or not.
Disquiet began to fill his mind. The only reasons he could think of for a person to leave their engine running was for a quick escape from something bad that had happened, or from something bad that was about to happen. He began to visualize the small metal bat that was just below the cash register inside. He shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other.
The Cadillac’s engine quit suddenly and the brief silence was quickly filled in with that maddening clicking and whirring of the bugs like water falling into the wake left by a boat.
Randy still felt a little nervous about approaching the car. The passenger door opened and a tall, blond, young woman stepped out. Randy’s feet began moving before his brain realized it. He focused on the woman’s beautiful and angular face. A fleeting desire to see the eyes now hidden behind dark glasses landed and stuck within him.
“Hi there,” Randy called out as he moved closer to the outer bank of pumps.
There was an awkward silence, much longer than is allowed in polite society after a conversation is struck up. The woman glanced back at her car for a moment then turned back around with a quizzical yet stunning smile.
“Hello.”
That voice was able to raise the small hairs on the back of Randy’s neck.
“Can I help you with something?”
She stepped quickly away from her car and towards him. She placed her hand on his shoulder.
“I just need to fill up,” she said. She began to give him a gentle shove towards the building.