Jared Sumner just wanted a pack of cigarettes. But as he waits in line at the crowded gas station, a customer pushes the clerk over the edge and the doors at The Quickshop lock themselves. The clerk has a secret he's been waiting to share for a long time. And what better time than now?
In this short story, Robert S. Wilson gives a nod to his biggest influence, master of horror and suspense, Stephen King.
Robert S. Wilson was an author once. Now he spends every day trying to swim out of an unending slush pile and back into the dark moneyless void of being a writer. He continues to fail. He’s also the editor of Nox Pareidolia and Ashes and Entropy.
Robert's short fiction has appeared in numerous publications including Vastarien: A Literary Journal, Nature Futures, Daily Science Fiction, Factor Four Magazine, Dark Moon Digest, Test Patterns: Creature Features, 32 White Horses on a Vermillion Hill: Volume One, Cosmic Scream, Darkfuse Magazine, Gothic Lovecraft, and more.
For me I felt this was a very dragged out story of a short event. Gore was used to show the madness, as opposed to the reactions of the other characters, many of whom didn't seem to care about what was unfolding.
Had this been an idea for the climatic scene in a novel, and the novel written well, covering the life of the man up until this point I feel it could have shown promise. However, in its current form it merely read as an attempt to publish something fast.
More slasher than entertaining this is nonetheless a short story that will stick with me. Maybe especially since I used to work in the customer services business as well.