The little shop of horrors

by Polly Gon

The alien jumped onto the counter, sucked out one of its eyes and promptly swallowed it. While the other five eyes looked on.
The bell above the door tinkled, the old woman stopped her grinding and peered through the dimness to see who had entered.
A boy wearing grey flannel shorts and carrying a fishing net stared longingly at the rows of jars stacked neatly along the wall behind the counter.
The hairy biker asked for a shampoo and shave.
The man in the white coat picked up a rifle, took aim and fired.
The alien jumped onto the counter, sucked out one of its eyes and promptly swallowed it. While the other five eyes looked on.
The bell above the door tinkled, the old woman stopped her grinding and peered through the dimness to see who had entered.
A boy wearing grey flannel shorts and carrying a fishing net stared longingly at the rows of jars stacked neatly along the wall behind the counter.
The hairy biker asked for a shampoo and shave.
The man in the white coat picked up a rifle, took aim and fired.
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