Story #32

He grips the dirty old man in pencil thin talons. The Ssarlux eats the homeless. With incisors curved to carve soft flesh, he pierces the cat like it ain't no thang. The Ssarlux eats our pets. I'm whining and complaining and tugging his tail while he chews his way through the next new fad. I'm the Ssarlux's wife and I'm begging for attention. The Ssarlux eats everything else but he won't eat me.