The Shopkeeper Unlocked
nearly a hundred- flick your eyes at mine
- hat in hand, towards the partition
- more remote than our cannibal ancestors
- Nobody lives forever, so let’s roll!
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The shopkeeper unlocked the riding crop case, giving Fleur access to nearly a hundred of them. She snatched up a matte black one and said to me, “I’ll flick your posterior with this, each time you flick your eyes at mine. But first, we must try it out on your traveling companion.” Fleur, Isolde, and Myxolemia surrounded Svetlana, who had begun trying on men’s hats in a doomed effort to maintain the Uncle Vanya disguise. She was led, hat in hand, towards the partition screening off the changing rooms. I felt like a coward, my courage more remote than our cannibal ancestors, for standing there just watching them escort her to her torture, but they had us outnumbered and two of them were a warlord’s daughters. Shortly there came three sharp smacking noises followed by three muffled thuds. Svetlana came back with both the hat and the riding crop, grinning.
She hiccuped. Then she removed the fake beard, and with it a latex mask. Before me stood Tessa, the ninja, leering and waving a riding crop.
“What have you done?” I spluttered, unsure how I was going to feel about her answer.
She giggled, then hiccuped again and shook her head. “Nobody lives forever, so let’s roll!”
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