Thanks to everyone who volunteered to read Deadliest Cachalot. Today was a short day at the day job, but a long one at the hospital and then home to do chores (which have been piling up). I'm knackered.
"The Customer" - 100 words
The sign read Mojo’s Magical Emporium. I opened the door and entered, finding it empty except for a short man behind the counter.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“I have a problem,” I said.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place! What might it be? Werewolf? Vampire? Mummy? I carry an assortment of silver bullets, wooden stakes and fresh tanna leaves. What will it be?”
“None of those.”
“Is it a demon?”
I shook my head.
“Then, just what is your problem?”
“I’m short on cash.” Producing my gun, I shot him before emptying the till.