This week’s writing prompt at 3LineTales is the image below.
It’s one of those jobs that makes you want to scream obscenities, repeatedly bash your head into a wall, and/or blow your head off with 12-gauge. I have to wait until everyone leaves the mall before I can start my shift, so there’s absolutely no one to talk to. The only perk this gig has to offer is that I don’t have to use my own toothbrush to scour between every metal groove on every escalator stair.
