Apostrophe Hell – Part 2: Plurality

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!

Apostrophe Hell - Part 2

Jenna’s first week at the new job was going better than expected. So much so that her manager had today trusted her with the revamp of the women’s clothing department.

She waited until the shop was closed and all customers gone, and set out to reorganise everything according to the plan she had sketched the day before.

Now everything was ready, it was time to put the final touches. She had managed to convince her manager that a new sign was needed at the top of the escalator where the women’s department started, and, being keen and efficient, she’d had the sign designed and printed it herself:

WOMENS CLOTHING

When the sign was stuck to the glass pane, she stood back and looked proudly at her work. Her manager would be impressed, no doubt.

Then she heard the noise.

It was coming from the front door, and she walked over to see what it was, thinking that one of the other shop assistants had probably forgotten their phone or something and was now back to retrieve it. As she was walking towards the door, she could see the shadow, but there was something weird about it, as if they were holding a balloon or something. Birthday? She smiled, preparing to greet them, but her smile soon froze and she let out a terrified shriek.

At the entrance of the shop stood several grotesque figures – they were two headed women! She couldn’t tell how many of them were there as the multiple heads, arms and bodies could barely be separated into individual beings… What she could tell without any doubt was that they were not happy at all…

TO BE CONTINUED…

(story by Svetlana from our sister company, Cintra)

(photo by Carsten Frentzl)

Apostrophe Hell – Part 1: Possessed

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!

Apostrophe Hell - Part 1Hugh was shutting his shop down for the day at 6 o’clock as usual. It had been a good day. He was really pleased with the sales – putting the sign on the shop window about the promotion on the bananas

BANANA’S 20p EACH

had helped to shift almost all he had in stock and now the cash register was full.

Hugh locked the shop door, pulled down the blind and went through the door at the back of the shop which led, via a narrow staircase, to his apartment above.

He showered quickly, put the frozen pizza into the oven, and soon settled in front of the TV with his pizza and a bottle of beer.

A reporter on the news was covering the events of the day which included another round of negotiations in Brussels, the biggest supermarket chain running out of Halloween consumes, and an orangutan running away from the zoo.

Then he heard it.

At first he paid no attention to the noise. The street was often noisy with the eclectic mix of residents and their matching lifestyles and sleeping patters.

Then he suddenly realised it was coming from the shop below. He jumped on his feet and run downstairs to check. Had he left a window open? Had that flipping cat made its way in again, pushing the kiwis from the shelf? Or could it be a burglar?

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when he opened the door to the shop…

A large, yellow and menacing banana was breaking its way into the cash register. Annoyed not to have found what it was looking for, it started walking towards him, a terrifying expression on its smooth yellow face.

“Where is it?” shouted the banana.
“What…” murmured Hugh in disbelief.
“Where’s my 20p???”

TO BE CONTINUED…

(story by Svetlana from our sister company, Cintra)