I'm doing National Novel Writing Month



"It was an interesting phenomenon to the employees of the Fill ‘n Fly gas station located on the extreme brink of suburbia where the sounds of the interstate fall like spittle from a lispy teacher’s mouth barely making it, and disappearing just a bit further on. Greta, the general manager of the store as well as sub-regional chairperson of the employee welfare committee for the tri-county area had discovered several grey hairs on the lower left side of her scalp. Two years prior, Greta had been advised by her Psychic Phone Friend that grey hairs were not simply signs of age, but of the need for a change in one’s way of life. Unfortunately for the Fill ‘n Fly employees, the Psychic had not known that Greta’s life was, in fact, somehow mystically bound to that of her station. "