Running in Circles
A quarter falls from a woman’s purse and spins on the floor. The arms of the clock spin on the wall. The store clerk stocks a shelf. Sometimes he stares at the clock and watches the time, waiting for his shift to end. It’s a typical day on the job. Except, the boss is here today. He’s making sure everything is in order, helping customers and keeping an eye on the clerk. We see flashes of alternate events, surreal fantasies. Why are all the customers in their underwear? Or did the clerk’s imagination take him for a ride? His hands, covered in blood. Or is it pasta sauce? There’s a cleanup on aisle 5.