I'm going to add more to this later and edit it, but i have to baby sit and the kids will be here soon, so this is what i've gotten so far anyways..
..Outside of a gas station window cars fill the parking lot and every pump contains a customer in want of fuel. Ice and a hardened remenence of the previous days snow fall remain as a frozen reminder of the bitter cold. Tauntingly the sun peaks over the hills giving a false sense of warmth.
It is December and the world has become a newly bitter place. Lines of customers bombard the cashier with purchases all in a hurry to get back in there cars and warm there frozen hands. An abnoxious beeping sound constantly splits the air to notify the cashier of yet another gasoline purchase he must authorize.
Money comes and goes leaving a hundred hands. Ladies and teenagers, boys and girls all want something and he is the only one to provide. As a bus pulls into the parking lot dozens of hockey players pour through the doors to add to the already overflowing line. Sodas and snacks are purchased to make the office happy. Money is what they want and give as little as they can back to those who earn.
The working class seems forgotten and minimum wage barely gets those by who require it to pay the bills and groceries. For teens in school it's a great bonus to there allowance which they can spend at the mall, but for those who depend upon it at there only means of support it's barely just enough.
Suddenly the slowly moving line comes to an abrupt hault as a lady begins to argue about her change. Even though her 20 which she gave to pay for her purchase is sitting on top of the register she argues that she paid with 50 dollars. After calmly showing her the twenty and trying to convince her that he hadn't wronged her the cashier prepares to call the cops. Politely he asks the customer to leave telling her if she doesn't he'll be forced to phone the police.
As if these were the magic words she reaches into her pocket pulling out a knife. Lunging at the cashier she digs the knife into his shoulder just above his heart. Pushing the cashier to get him out of the way she grabs her twenty and what she can quickly from the register. "That's what you get for working her," she screams as she sprints out the door in a wild frenzy nearly missing a car.
Grasping the stab wound the cashier begins to lose his balance feeling his waning strength. Darkness started to creap over his eyes though he faught to keep conscious and sort things out. One of the customers yelled for someone to call 911 and finally a man rushed to the pay phone.
Finding her way behind the counter a woman with dark hair and a calm nature laid the cashier on the floor. Emerald eyes came in and out of focus as he struggled to keep his eyes open and she started to caress his face telling him it would be ok. Taking a deep breath she bent down and put her lips against his blowing steadily into his mouth.
A tingling feeling hit the back of his throat and his head began to float. It felt as if little particles of dust were floating into his system and mending the wound upon his chest. Closing his eyes he let himself be consumed as an image formed in his mind.
If he were to be in a fairy tale then what he saw before him was what he would expect. Meadows of sweet grass flowed over medows and hills and unicorns wandered freely. Pure blue water flowed in a river twisting it's way through the land so peaceful that it appeared to be free of movement.
After what could have been years for all thought of time had vanished the girl appeared in the image wearing a white gown that blew gently in the breaze. As she came closer the land started to fade gradually until she was touching his face and he awoke once more to see her looking down upon him.
This time how ever he wasn't in the gas station but on a bed. Red curtains were wrapped around the bed except for the side on which this strange lady sat. Looking up at her questionly she softly spoke "You'll feel completely better after a night of rest."
