101#003: "Harpy"

It's not much of a life for a retired harpy, thought Doris, as she sat opposite Edna, doing jigsaws and drinking endless cups of Darjeeling. Oh for the chance to lure just one more hapless sailor into my Godless lair, ravage him senseless and suck out his soul through his eyeballs.
She watched, as Edna picked up a piece of the puzzle and forced it into a hole where it clearly didn't belong.
Ahh well, at least we get satellite TV here.
The duty nurse entered and announced that it was time for tea.
And we always get beef on Sundays!