Shocked more than surprised, you stare up out of the clear container looking in awe at a familiar face. In fact, you've known the man standing at the counter for over a year now, ever since he moved into the house on the left of yours with his wife. Ken and Lisa Johnson seemed like your everyday newlyweds, and you remember chatting with both of them at the welcome party they threw after settling in and they seemed nice enough. Mrs Johnson had been exceptionally sweet to you then, inviting you over for cake and video games after she heard you tell Mr Johnson how cool his PS4 gaming room was.
Unfortunately, you were diagnosed just a month after the party and never got a chance to take them up on the offer. In fact, a couple of weeks after you had reached your final size of just about an inch in height, you remember your mother speaking to Mrs Johnson over the phone as she finally brought up the news of your diagnosis. Barely noticeable as you eavesdropped from your perch on the kitchen counter, you had listened wondering how the other woman would view you now that you were tiny. She had seemed like a good, kind person, and so did Mr Johnson, leaving you feeling panicked at the realisation that Ken Johnson was obviously here to pick up some tinies, for what reason you could not tell.
Above you, Mr Johnson's voice boomed across the counter as he ordered half a dozen tinies, the smaller the better. You could hear a visible sigh of relief from some of the larger tinies, though only a few were much larger than the rest of you. Almost all the other shrunken people were about your size, varying in height from an inch up till about an inch and a half. Next to you, a young woman in her 20's shuddered as she pointed to the ceiling, which the shop attendant lifted off easily, before her free hand came crashing down among all of you.
Panicking, you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins as all around you people began shouting and screaming for help, for mercy, for any sort of respite. Some who had become pressed up against the clear walls of the container were slamming their fists in a futile gesture. Part of you was torn between your own survival and the desire to help the others, but at your size, you were no more useful than the rest of them.
In fact, as gigantic fingers descended to pluck the tiny woman beside you, snatching her up into the air with uncanny ease, you wondered if you should just give yourself up and join her. After all, the Johnsons were your neighbours, they knew you, and, they could well bring you back to your home if they realised what had happened. You could tell them about the tiny-collection company that had snatched you from school, in fact, they might even be able to help others by warning the neighborhood about the tiny snatching operation. It would be better than sticking around only to be picked by some other random stranger, one who would not care at all about you.
Looking around, you know you have to decide quickly...
Unfortunately, you were diagnosed just a month after the party and never got a chance to take them up on the offer. In fact, a couple of weeks after you had reached your final size of just about an inch in height, you remember your mother speaking to Mrs Johnson over the phone as she finally brought up the news of your diagnosis. Barely noticeable as you eavesdropped from your perch on the kitchen counter, you had listened wondering how the other woman would view you now that you were tiny. She had seemed like a good, kind person, and so did Mr Johnson, leaving you feeling panicked at the realisation that Ken Johnson was obviously here to pick up some tinies, for what reason you could not tell.
Above you, Mr Johnson's voice boomed across the counter as he ordered half a dozen tinies, the smaller the better. You could hear a visible sigh of relief from some of the larger tinies, though only a few were much larger than the rest of you. Almost all the other shrunken people were about your size, varying in height from an inch up till about an inch and a half. Next to you, a young woman in her 20's shuddered as she pointed to the ceiling, which the shop attendant lifted off easily, before her free hand came crashing down among all of you.
Panicking, you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins as all around you people began shouting and screaming for help, for mercy, for any sort of respite. Some who had become pressed up against the clear walls of the container were slamming their fists in a futile gesture. Part of you was torn between your own survival and the desire to help the others, but at your size, you were no more useful than the rest of them.
In fact, as gigantic fingers descended to pluck the tiny woman beside you, snatching her up into the air with uncanny ease, you wondered if you should just give yourself up and join her. After all, the Johnsons were your neighbours, they knew you, and, they could well bring you back to your home if they realised what had happened. You could tell them about the tiny-collection company that had snatched you from school, in fact, they might even be able to help others by warning the neighborhood about the tiny snatching operation. It would be better than sticking around only to be picked by some other random stranger, one who would not care at all about you.
Looking around, you know you have to decide quickly...
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June 3, 2023
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