The Alley Behind the Wholesome Strip Club
desperately 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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