Works by (and inspired by) artist Edward Hopper

There my victim was, exposed, his sweat from a hard days work tiring, his breath heavy, my hunger to make the voices stop aching, the cool wind with the summer sky making my conchies slowly fade as I drew near to the man managing the gas pump. I looked at the oasis that appeared to be a forest surrounding a long rode a couple miles off of a city, making this the perfect place to fulfill my thirst. I glared at the man as he tipped his head to me in response of my need of his convenience, I waited for him inside the store looked for an accessible weapon to use, his car was out back so that would make a quick get away to dispose of the body, for a while I argued with my head for the proper means of ending this mans life until he approached me with the same fake smile all servers give their customers. I asked for a carton of smokes, a liter and a cold pop watching as he got the necessary items needed for his own death, but then I got a better idea and asked for some gas and explained that my car was about a quarter mile away, the mans attire appeared to give a different perspective of himself because clearly, he was an imbecile just wearing a suit to look nice. As he went in the back after filling up the tank I poured it all over the counters, the trinkets, the restrooms next door and the pumps outside. Luckily the man left his keys out on the front desk, must be hard to find good workers willing to drive all the way out here, but stopping mid thought I had to hurry because the man was getting back. So I lit my cigarette, drove onto the road, throwing it at the gas pump as I sped in his red 1965 bug taking in the sight of the mushroom cloud and then drove with nothing but the smell of the outside and feeling of the cool summer breeze.