Ten hours. Ten fucking hours. The train jolted on its tracks as I fumed about my shift that day. The exhaustion shown on my face. The train slowed as it reached my stop. I slowly walked out, think frustrated by the day. “I need to relax,” I said to myself. Should I smoke some weed? Get hammered? Take a bunch of Xanax and see what happens? As I considered my options, something caught my eye. The attention center had a just been built. After the new order from our state government, an attention center was to be built in each town. My lonely night plans of drugs and drinking subsided. I crossed the street to the attention center. Walking in I went to the receptionist. She smiled, “Welcome! Have you been to your local Attention Center before?” I explained that I hadn’t, and she quickly signed me in and handed me a punch card. “Come ten times, and the eleventh visit,” she paused, “is a Virgin.” It moved. I stood shocked for a moment. The receptionist smiled with an intense energy, “Rooms C11 – 15 are open, and the shifts just began, enjoy your attention!”
Author note: Wrote this first chunk this morning. I hope some people enjoyed it. Let me know if I should keep writing. Cheers!
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