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You made your way down to the gas station for your third day of work in the heaviest fall of snow since the year you were born 15 years before and Mr. Fredericks was there limping about the forecourt around the pumps with a big broom brushing away snow hey he said right you can try sweep off the snow about the pumps make it easy for the customers to get in and out their cars and trucks and handed you the broom I’ll be upstairs if you need me just press the bell under the desk in the kiosk at the front and off he went limping inside snow still fell there was a cold chill about your limbs your fingers ached you pushed broom shoved snow off about the pumps until all were temporarily clear then went inside just as Miss Billings rode along side of the gas station on her motorbike then walked up to the kiosk where you’d taken refuge you the new kid? she asked you nodded I’m Miss Billings she said I work here too in the back office doing accounts help out in the forecourt if needed or the shop in back if you’re overrun she stood there in her glasses blonde hair covered by a scarf a black leather jacket zipped to the neck and helmet in one hand white overalls coming down to her knees followed down to her ankles were red wool stockings and white boots on her feet she stared at you her eyes scrutinizing the customer is always right did Mr Fredericks tell you that? yes you said well he’s right so don’t matter if the customer’s thick as **** or **** stupid they’re always right ok so be tight Kid tight as ***** in the ******* in a freezing shower get it right you nodded and she walked in and disappeared into the back office with a slow sway of her of hips her words like chisel blows to your ears she about 21 to your 15 innocent boyish years she seeping into your imagination not knowing then that her beauty was probably some marine’s image for secret ************
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
MISS BILLINGS AND YOU AND THE GAS STATION ON THE THIRD DAY.
You made your way down to the gas station for your third day of work in the heaviest fall of snow since the year you were born 15 years before and Mr. Fredericks was there limping about the forecourt around the pumps with a big broom brushing away snow hey he said right you can try sweep off the snow about the pumps make it easy for the customers to get in and out their cars and trucks and handed you the broom I’ll be upstairs if you need me just press the bell under the desk in the kiosk at the front and off he went limping inside snow still fell there was a cold chill about your limbs your fingers ached you pushed broom shoved snow off about the pumps until all were temporarily clear then went inside just as Miss Billings rode along side of the gas station on her motorbike then walked up to the kiosk where you’d taken refuge you the new kid? she asked you nodded I’m Miss Billings she said I work here too in the back office doing accounts help out in the forecourt if needed or the shop in back if you’re overrun she stood there in her glasses blonde hair covered by a scarf a black leather jacket zipped to the neck and helmet in one hand white overalls coming down to her knees followed down to her ankles were red wool stockings and white boots on her feet she stared at you her eyes scrutinizing the customer is always right did Mr Fredericks tell you that? yes you said well he’s right so don’t matter if the customer’s thick as **** or **** stupid they’re always right ok so be tight Kid tight as ***** in the ******* in a freezing shower get it right you nodded and she walked in and disappeared into the back office with a slow sway of her of hips her words like chisel blows to your ears she about 21 to your 15 innocent boyish years she seeping into your imagination not knowing then that her beauty was probably some marine’s image for secret ************
terry-collett
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
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