Starting today I’ve decided to start writing super short stories on post it notes and sticking them around the store. Today I just wrote “A bomb went off in a bookstore; millions of people lost.” and I stuck it at my register for the day, but I want to start leaving post it’s in the break room and some of the rows, and in the bathroom. I think it’d be funny.
It all started on a gloomy soulless January Monday. It was the kind of Monday where the sun never quite comes out of hiding and the snow transforms to a deeper shade of mud. The world was gray. The cold began to get to get to me, because it was that soulless January Monday that I woke up alone.