When Katelyn had left the room to
get a rag to clean up the red man-
splats she had made on the carpet,
Kim spotted something in the
corner of the box–a hole, just there
at the bottom corner. The hole was so tiny any normal sized person may
not spot it right away but it looked
to be just large enough that the tiny
women could push their insect-sized
bodies through. Frantic to escape,
the three frightened woman had pushed through the hole, ran across
the coffee table, and managed to
climb down an immense table leg by
using the intricately carved pattern
in the wood. When they had made it
to the carpet they started running– and had been running ever since. Now the three women stood in the
middle of a kitchen the size of an
entire universe, not sure where to
go or what to do. They just knew
they had to escape but they were all
exhausted. The tile floor seemed to go on forever. Where exactly could
they go? What would they do when
they reached a wall? Find a hole and
hope to crawl through? “Ah, there you are!” Katelyn’s voice
boomed as she appeared in the
immense doorway from the living
room to the kitchen, a goddess of
epic proportions. “You stupid bugs.
Did you think I wouldn’t find you? I can see your little bug bodies on my
floor. You really stick out on the
white tile. Out of all the places you
could have hidden, you ran in here?
Not too smart, but then again, bugs
never are.” THWUMP. THWUMP. Katelyn took
two steps into the kitchen, her bare
feet slapping the tiled floor, her
eyes focused down at the tiny
women. “Oh shit, what do we do?”
Myra said as the colossal woman approached. Her heart hammered in
her chest. She had never seen
something so huge, so frightening.
Part of her desperately hoped she
was dreaming, or simply having a
nightmare. She remembered sunbathing on the beach–a woman
had approached–there was some
kind of strange gun in her hand–
and now Myra was here, shrunk,
and still wearing the bright blue
bikini she had been wearing earlier in the day. It had all happened so fast.
She wished she would wake up– but
with every passing second, with
each new horror, she lost hope that
this was a dream. THWUMP. THWUMP. Katelyn came
slowly closer. The tiny women could
feel the vibrations of her footfalls
through the floor. They craned their
necks to look up at her. They didn’t
run. They stood frozen, partly in fear and partly out of the realization
that there was no way in hell they
could outrun the giant. It would take
minutes to cross the kitchen–
Katelyn could do it in just a few
strides. Katelyn stopped, her mighty feet
just inches from the tiny women.
They were so small all three of them
could have easily sat on her big
toenail with room to spare. “How
dare you try to escape,” Katelyn said, looking down at the women at
her feet. “Those men were
unworthy. I merely brought them
here to toy with and crush. I chose
all of you to take part in pleasuring
me. I was going to let you enter the most sacred special place of a
goddess, and you ran away? You
should be falling on your knees
demanding to know how to please
me. It’s disappointing. It’s so hard
to find bugs that deserve my attention. You three are just
another patch of scared little ants.
So the question is: what do I do
with you now?”