Three Sentence Ficathon

“I have this fantasy,” Allison says, looking off into the distance like she can see it playing out for her in the air, “where I’ve killed Kevin with Oxys, made it look like an overdose, and I tell the story to the waitress at the restaurant I’m at, where I’m finally able to read a book in peace.”

“Okay…” says the cashier at the convenience store, ringing up her order and handing Allison her change forcefully like she wants to get rid of her.

“But that’s all it is: a fantasy, an impossible dream.”