It was a warm summer evening. Jennifer was working as cashier at her bookshop. Customers came in every few minutes, keeping her at work, yet she didn't feel busy. She glanced on her watch from time to time. She had always wanted to work in a bookshop because she loved books, yet this job had turned out to be so incredibly boring that she hated it. When she applied, she was looking forward to presenting books to interested customers, yet her intellectual passion had been shut down entirely. The customers were merely interested in buying books they had to read in order to please a job or somebody else. Most were pupils. They glanced at their schoolbooks with hatred, Jennifer saw that they despised them.
Nobody cared about the books Jennifer would recommend to read. She had actively promoted them in the beginning, but customers had left annoyed. Swiftly, her boss, whom she wanted to impress with her passion, had ordered her to stay quiet and "just do your job".
Jennifer had to work her to finance her studies and no other shop wanted her. She was studying literature, so no other shop had an interest into her and the remaining bookshops had already all required workers.
Her boss had moved into her office, so Jennifer took the chance to glance at her watch when a masked robber came in, threatened her with his gun and asked for the money. At first, Jennifer was paralysed, then, driven by the robbers screams, she jotted the money into his bag, trembling. Her heart was racing. She couldn't think any more. She was merely working mechanically.
"Quickly!" the robber screamed.
Jennifer threw the money inside.
The robber reached for the filled back when a customer opened the door, triggering the bell. The robber twitched in shock and a gunshot burst through the room. The customer screamed and ran away, the robber glanced at Jennifer, hesitated, then grabbed the bag and disappeared.
Jennifer stood there in shock. She felt terribly. She wasn't sure what had just happened.
Then she noticed the pain rising from her chest. In slow motion, she looked down at it, touched it with her hands. Warm blood ran over her hands.
Jennifer broke down.
She was too shocked to scream to help.
She reached for the phone but failed to grab it. She faded into darkness.