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 alien stopped its swallowing, quickly growing a new eye so as not to scare the shopper.
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 boy licked his lips and asked for two ounces of midget gems.
The man in the white coat picked up a rifle, took aim and fired.
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 alien stopped its swallowing, quickly growing a new eye so as not to scare the shopper.
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 boy licked his lips and asked for two ounces of midget gems.
The man in the white coat picked up a rifle, took aim and fired.
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