|"and he will always be there..."|
ShiftingI walked ten paces behind her with my hands in my pockets, tilting my head back to breath in the winter air. It stung my nostrils, but my fox senses picked up the scent of animal leavings and organic dog food a block away. Free Range, the pet shop we headed to, was run by a hippy named Clyde. He believed animals should be allowed to rome, so his pet shop had no cages... or litter boxes.Shifting by iesnoth
We passed by a bridal boutique advertising this season’s fashions, a Chinese massage, and an antique shop with five painted rocking chairs positioned in the front window. The one painted like Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” had a voodoo doll with real human hair sitting on a quilted cushion. I wondered if they knew how powerful that thing was.
Valerie reached the fence surrounding Free Range while I stared down the voodoo doll. The fence took up half of the already thin sidewalk, but it was necessary as a second line of defense in case the merchandise tried to escape. Our current prey
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