The bar was closed and Morris hadn’t had a bite all night. Maybe he was getting picky, or maybe the city was just running dry for an old fox like him. All the pretty, dumb girls, hunted to extinction.
No. There were always others. He pulled out his phone, perhaps to prove it to himself. There were more bars, after all. Secret places that stayed open all night. He just needed a ride.
The first and only ride offered made his heart go pitter-patter.
“Amanda,” he said out loud, chewing each syllable like a last meal. No stars. No history. A little lamb, all alone on a Tuesday night.
She was there in two minutes, driving a little, green Japanese thing and waving through a tinted window. Morris helped himself, diving into the passenger’s seat.
“Lovely night, isn’t it, Amanda?”
The girl frowned, her eyes dancing ever so slightly in her skull. “I think you’re supposed to be in the backseat.”
“No, no. I get sick in the back.” She was small and maybe a little plump for his tastes, but the face was good. The face was just his type.
“Okay,” she said, putting the car into drive. “Should be there in 5 minutes.”
“Take your time,” said Morris. The car was cramped, but it would do. Space enough for what he needed. “First night?”
The girl considered the question. “Just new to this app.”
“Oh, of course,” said Morris with a laugh. “What color are your eyes, Amanda? They’re quite striking.”
The girl flinched, unconsciously turning her head away. “You think so?”
“I do,” said Morris. “And I meet a lot of girls, but hardly any with eyes like that.”
“But some?”
Now Morris flinched, more out of surprise than anything. “One or two.”
The girl nodded. “My sister has eyes just like me.”
“I wouldn’t mind meeting her, then. I bet she’s just as pretty as...” Morris looked out the window. He hadn’t been paying attention to the road - only Amanda. “I think you’re going the wrong way.”
They pulled to a stop outside an abandoned warehouse. “You’ve already met my sister,” said the girl, killing the engine. “I don’t think you’ve met the rest of my family, though.”
Five men came out of the warehouse, followed by two women. The men carried baseball bats and big, heavy wrenches. The women looked just like Amanda - an older version, and a slightly younger version. Both with those same striking eyes.
Morris could just about laugh.
“Wasn’t sure which app you used, so I signed up for them all,” said the girl.
“You know, I could’ve killed her,” said Morris, voice rising as the panic slowly crept in. “I didn’t though.”
The men reached the car, yanking open the passenger’s side door.
“Don’t worry,” said the girl as they dragged a screaming Morris out onto the pavement. “We won’t make the same mistake.”
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Credits
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