No one is home
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
mikelam
Debbie could hear the tiny people creating quite a ruckus in the empty box. She understood they were upset - she’d be upset too - and she was going to keep her vow to help them. She took a final drag off of her cigarette and crushed it out the ashtray.
Debbie snuck through the house and to her room to get some clothes. She assumed no one was home, but definitely didn’t want to run the risk of the kids seeing her naked and hungover, clutching the cigarette box.
She sat the cigarette box down on her dresser and slipped into some loose, thin gray joggers and a tank top. She’d have the house alone to herself for a few hours, she figured, so it could be an underwear free day. Debbie slipped the cigarette pack into her pocket and made her way into the kitchen, and started a pot of coffee. She walked out the front door and picked up the newspaper, and saw two women jogging and a man across the street trimming hedges. She laughed to herself about the fact that even if they’d noticed her, they’d have no idea she had twelve shrunken people in her pocket.
Debbie grabbed a fresh pack of cigarettes and an ashtray and made her way back to the kitchen. She poured herself a fresh cup of coffee and sat at the table, and opened the newspaper. She lit a fresh cigarette as she perused through the ads, hoping to find some yard sales to visit later in the day.
Even as she focused on the paper, she couldn’t get past the fact she had people in her pocket. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she removed the box and poured the people into her clean ashtray - the sides were around two inches tall, so they wouldn’t try to scatter. Again the people huddled around their de facto leader, and the man questioned Debbie once again.
“What was that? You just tossed us in your cigarette pack?”
“I had to put you somewhere safe,” Debbie replied. “It was the only thing I had.”
The man looked up at her, when a fed up look. The others appeared afraid, he just seemed angry. Debbie took a drag off of her cigarette and exhaled. She looked down at the tiny people staring up at her cloud of smoke before she flicked ash on the other side of the ashtray. This startled the small people, and the all ran up against the wall of the ashtray.
Debbie snuck through the house and to her room to get some clothes. She assumed no one was home, but definitely didn’t want to run the risk of the kids seeing her naked and hungover, clutching the cigarette box.
She sat the cigarette box down on her dresser and slipped into some loose, thin gray joggers and a tank top. She’d have the house alone to herself for a few hours, she figured, so it could be an underwear free day. Debbie slipped the cigarette pack into her pocket and made her way into the kitchen, and started a pot of coffee. She walked out the front door and picked up the newspaper, and saw two women jogging and a man across the street trimming hedges. She laughed to herself about the fact that even if they’d noticed her, they’d have no idea she had twelve shrunken people in her pocket.
Debbie grabbed a fresh pack of cigarettes and an ashtray and made her way back to the kitchen. She poured herself a fresh cup of coffee and sat at the table, and opened the newspaper. She lit a fresh cigarette as she perused through the ads, hoping to find some yard sales to visit later in the day.
Even as she focused on the paper, she couldn’t get past the fact she had people in her pocket. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she removed the box and poured the people into her clean ashtray - the sides were around two inches tall, so they wouldn’t try to scatter. Again the people huddled around their de facto leader, and the man questioned Debbie once again.
“What was that? You just tossed us in your cigarette pack?”
“I had to put you somewhere safe,” Debbie replied. “It was the only thing I had.”
The man looked up at her, when a fed up look. The others appeared afraid, he just seemed angry. Debbie took a drag off of her cigarette and exhaled. She looked down at the tiny people staring up at her cloud of smoke before she flicked ash on the other side of the ashtray. This startled the small people, and the all ran up against the wall of the ashtray.
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