The Act Of Hatred
...d of me. For some odd reason you had to crossover into the next town to get to the closest gas Mam round here we pay before we pump.” So I did what anybody would do and put the gas hose down, glanced in the mirror, gave a big smile, and grabbed my teddy bear backpack purse. As I approached the light it seemed like the smiles on the faces of the people inside diminished. I went in, and walked towards the counter as the eyes of the customers burned deep into the back of my head. I took out my checkbook and started to write the check for the $16.80 that was due. The gentlemen behind the counter stopped me in the middle of writing and told me that my kind was not wanted and neither were my checks. The look of dismay couldn’t describe the shock on my face. I snatched my things and stormed out ...