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, Richard 111 stopped humming, stilled his hand and waited with bated breath 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 hairy biker asked for a shampoo and shave.
The man in the white coat picked up a rifle, took aim and fired.
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, Richard 111 stopped humming, stilled his hand and waited with bated breath 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 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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