The little shop of horrors

by Polly Gon

An old woman sat huddled in the back of the shop grinding her rubbery gums.
The bell above the door tinkled, the man in the white coat stopped his smoothing and readied his face to greet his customer.
A black bear in a bearskin hat leaned against the counter. His left paw dripped blood as his eyes frantically searched the shelves for a healing potion or lotion.
The astronaut removed his helmet and asked for a pair of boots, size 10. The alien looked him in the eye and licked its lips.
The man in the white coat picked up a rifle, took aim and fired.
An old woman sat huddled in the back of the shop grinding her rubbery gums.
The bell above the door tinkled, the man in the white coat stopped his smoothing and readied his face to greet his customer.
A black bear in a bearskin hat leaned against the counter. His left paw dripped blood as his eyes frantically searched the shelves for a healing potion or lotion.
The astronaut removed his helmet and asked for a pair of boots, size 10. The alien looked him in the eye and licked its lips.
The man in the white coat picked up a rifle, took aim and fired.
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