Behind the Conveyor Belt: Yong Fenlon

Elliot worked at the corner grocery store, tucked between the town's aging library and a laundromat that always smelled of detergent. She liked the rhythm of her days; mornings were spent stocking shelves with cereal boxes and canned goods, and afternoons were spent ringing up customers and exchanging polite smiles. On the surface, it wasn't very interesting, but Elliot knew the store was anything but quiet. Each customer, each interaction, chipped away at the monotony, leaving behind store...