I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...
He walked into the storage unit licking his chapped lips and
clapping his sawdust covered cotton gloves. ‘What do we got in here?’ he asked
as he slapped the backside of a life-sized Santa lawn ornament. A ruby glow
caught his eye. ‘What the hell is that?’ he asked Santa. Clawing his way
through the detritus, he flung poorly written books and crappy plastic
knick-knacks about. In the corner sat a duffle bag, partially open. The crimson
glow persisted. His hands dove into the aperture and yanked a pair of sparkling
slippers, the mother lode, his best ever find. Until he discovered the severed
feet clinging lifelessly to the shoes’ interiors.
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