Monday, March 7, 2011
The only remnant of the building's significant history is 4 parallel scratches deep in the door frame, now wet with rain or the synthetic equivalent. Many years ago the mention of "Petrov's Pets and Fish" brought awe and respect to the do-badders of the the city but now it is just another husked squat.
The squinchy little man walks up to the now defunct pet store doorway with reverence draped on him like a large cat. Reaching out and touching the 4 gouges in the wood he shivers a little remembering the sounds of the epic battle fought here, the slap of suckers against fur, claws scraping beak, and ink splashing on the floor tiles.
This is where the Fibonacci three plus five ruled.
This is where the Grey Menace rose to power.
This is where Osvaldo conceded defeat.
This is where the the squinchy man made his pledge.
Posted by Robert Tres at 7:00 PM