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You Know That Dream?

  • by jenbeside you in a bathing suit
  • sinister red mask with pointy ears
  • “Don’t be fooled by their cuddly appearance
  • fine silken tunics
  • “Should I put my shoes back on?”

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You know that dream? The one where there’s a beautiful woman beside you in a bathing suit and a sinister red mask with pointy ears, and she twists your fingers into impossible shapes to make grotesque shadow puppets, and growls in your ear, “Don’t be fooled by their cuddly appearance, sonny boy, they’re deadly even if they are just shadows!”? This felt a lot like that dream, only Dr Ferguson was dressed for skinny dipping, and I was the one in a mask (if pantyhose can be said to count as a mask). And instead of growling, Dr Ferguson purred into my ear, “Just shoot this one scene for us and we’ll dress you in fine silken tunics — as many as you want — and drive you to the airport.”

It was just one scene. How bad could it be. I murmured to her, “Should I put my shoes back on?”

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The Alley Behind the Wholesome Strip Club

  • by Kentdesperately needed a father figure
  • I’m guessing he did
  • in what was meant to be a whisper
  • confiscated his shoes
  • born with a voracious appetite

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The alley behind the wholesome strip club was not wholesome. It was dark, with putrid slime laying ankle-deep. A dumpy green person sat on a dumpster, smoking a hookah and playing with his long, pointy ears.

“This one desperately needed a father figure, I’m guessing he did,” croaked the stoner Yoda.

“Better than some desperate needs I could mention,” I muttered in what was meant to be a whisper. I splashed through the muck to the hookah smoker’s perch and confiscated his shoes. My espadrilles were now both kicky and squelchy.

“Thief! Thieving thief!” the little man raged. His mask was very convincing. I was eager to vacate the alley, get on the move and put some miles between myself and Mother.

But everywhere I looked I saw the glint of ravenous red eyes. Terror gripped me, and Yoda chuckled from his elevated vantage. “Born with a voracious appetite, each rat is,” he rasped. “And they will eat well tonight.”

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