The little shop of horrors

by Polly Gon

A tall man in a white coat looked at his reflection in the shop window and smoothed his pencil moustache.
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 bear licked his paw and asked for bandages and ointment.
The old woman glared malevolently at the young boy, clicked her fingers, and turned him into a midget gem.
A tall man in a white coat looked at his reflection in the shop window and smoothed his pencil moustache.
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 bear licked his paw and asked for bandages and ointment.
The old woman glared malevolently at the young boy, clicked her fingers, and turned him into a midget gem.
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