MicroHorror

Jim walked up to check-out lane three.

“Is this all for you, sir?”

“Yes.” He looked up and was mesmerized by two beautiful, hazel eyes. They were the perfect size, shape, and color.

“This dress is gorgeous. She’s a lucky lady.”

“She only gets the best.”

Later that evening, Jim waited in the parking garage for his hazel eyes to leave the department store. He saw her walking two rows over, so he sidled up behind her. Startled, she ran, but she couldn’t escape the swinging bat that cracked her skull.

Jim raced home and surgically added the new eyeballs to his creation. He stood back, admiring his work. “I’ll be back, darling, with some beautiful new legs.”