Every dead baby is personalized
It was a normal day for me except my mail box had something in it. Either it was a restraining order or a lawsuit, like all the other times, I thought, but when I looked at the paper inside it was an ad for a new local store. 'Dead Baby Emporium'. I didn't quite get it, maybe it was some sick joke by a teen. Under a hyper realistic image of a dead baby, I almost threw up when I saw, there was a tagline. 'Every dead baby is personalized'. There was an address and stuff so I decided to go check it out. It had to be a joke or something. On my walk to the place, which was downtown, I ran into a neighbor checking her mailbox. She was holding the same flyer. She had a very disgusted look on her face. The same thing happened everywhere I went. This wasn't likely just some joke, it had to be real. Finally I got to the place. It was real. A department in one of those strip malls. They had dead babies on pikes outside and the window had an image of a smiling baby on it. The sign loomed above my head. DEAD BABY EMPORIUM. I walked in and there were a couple of counters in the middle of the room with dead babies on them. There were shelves on the walls with, you guessed it, dead babies on them. What a morbid experience. The guy behind the counter at the far end of the room was glaring at me as I poked a dead baby on a counter. "No touching the merchandise," he said. I walked up to the counter and said, "One dead baby please." He handed me a slip of paper with prices. One dead baby for $6.99? That was a good deal, I imagined, for dead babies. There was also some check boxes for what I wanted the baby to be like. The man handed me a pen with DEAD BABY EMPORIUM emblazoned upon it. I checked a few boxes mindlessly. The man smiled at me and walked to the back room. He came back a couple of minutes later with a dead baby that was just like the random boxes I checked, though I couldn't tell because I hadn't paid attention. I paid the man $6.99 plus tax. I walked out of the store with my dead baby placed neatly into a bag. There was a homeless guy on the bench next to the door, and when he saw I had a dead baby his eyes widened. "May I have that dead baby?" He asked in a raspy voice. I handed him the bag and went on my way.
Written by Bloom
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