Dive into a shop
Like hell...
There is a small line of shops that appear a bit more respectable and, as a bottle smashes at your heels, you read them in your mind, searching for one that might have someone willing to lock the doors and keep them out. There must be someone. There must be someone not in on the ‘game’. There is a tiny Pawmart, a Red Hot chicken take-away, Toddler Day Care, Costume Rails and —
Wait...what was that? You skid to a halt, kicking up little stones and backtrack to the last store window in a hurry. It is a costume shop! Is this too obvious a place to look for what they want you to find? Some kind of costume... There would have to be some sort of sign. What other choice to you have? Snorting, you know not so deep down that everything has been orchestrated. It is as if you had no choice in the matter about where you traveled this day and whether or not you will enter the shop. Taking one last look at the canine pack and wolf leader, you dive into the shop and slam the door hard enough to rattle the glass.
A lock — there is a lock! The soft click is deceptively quiet but the dogs crowd around the smeared door, slamming their paws against it angrily. Some of the burlier subjects try shoving it open with brute force but are unsuccessful. A part of you wants to poke your tongue out at them. However, you cannot risk riling them up even more. Swear words fly freely and the wolf shakes his head, snarling until the pack retreats. To your horror, some of the dogs have obvious bulges in their ragged jeans and trousers that could only be one thing that you are all too familiar with as a man. Shaking your head viciously, you back away from the doors, knocking into a costume rack. Where are the shop assistants?
Written by Amethyst Mare on 22 July 2013
