The Magic Vodka Wardrobe: Book 3 by Sheila Patel

The Magic Vodka Wardrobe: Book 3 by Sheila Patel

Radio 2 was playing an old John Carpenter tune, making Shaz shiver. She’d decided to help the parents today – after all, as soon as it got dark all the kids would be coming in to do ‘trick or thief’.Shaz – who was wearing her new shop apron and bobble hat – was holding tightly onto a cup of hot soup. She was certainly getting lots of use out of her birthday presents. She’d even waxed Sheila while she’d been passed out last week. Her left eyebrow was slowly growing back.Mother was wearing an old witch’s hat, standing ready with her old broom in hand, while Father was ready with his old leather chuppel. The old Bounty bars, which had recently expired, were now proudly displayed in a bowl ready for the rush of zombies, vampires, and werewolves.Just then there was a kerfuffle outside, but it wasn’t the local kids coming for chocolate; Betina and Tattoo Tony were back from their walk with the dogs. As Betina brought Snoop into the shop she explained, “Nobhead has some kind of ball addiction – he keeps pinching other dogs’ balls. Poor Tony had to take him behind a bush and kick him.” She shook her head. “It’s a bloody good job you girls didn’t walk Snoop tonight; it’s creepy out there.” Father quickly passed Betina her bottle of Amorino before shoving her out into the cold. “Hey Shaz, there’s someone out here asking for you!” shouted Betina a second later. Shaz put her soup down and walked over to the door, but when she looked out she couldn’t see anyone.As Shaz turned to go back inside she heard a ghoulish noise, so after calling Mother over she took the broom out of her hand before going and standing in the cold, brandishing the broom out in front of her like a martial arts warrior. She listened for a moment, soon realising the noise was coming from the huge recycling bin, and when she slowly and carefully lifted the lid, she saw the culprits. It was Sheila and Trace – a very drunk Sheila and Trace. She put the lid back down and looked over at the David Gandy poster on the bus stop. Someone had drawn bolts on his neck.

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