The little shop of horrors

by Polly Gon

Richard 111 stood in the middle of the shop humming a madrigal while sharpening his cut throat razor on a leather strop.
The bell above the door tinkled, the old woman stopped her grinding and peered through the dimness to see who had entered.
An astronaut walked into the shop and made his way across to the area where boots were stacked row upon row.
The bear licked his paw and asked for bandages and ointment.
The hairy biker sat in the chair, metal bands surrounded his legs, arms and middle. Richard 111 tested the sharpness of his razor and resumed his humming.
Richard 111 stood in the middle of the shop humming a madrigal while sharpening his cut throat razor on a leather strop.
The bell above the door tinkled, the old woman stopped her grinding and peered through the dimness to see who had entered.
An astronaut walked into the shop and made his way across to the area where boots were stacked row upon row.
The bear licked his paw and asked for bandages and ointment.
The hairy biker sat in the chair, metal bands surrounded his legs, arms and middle. Richard 111 tested the sharpness of his razor and resumed his humming.
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