As if on queue everyone said “Poker” Mike said he would get some drinks and the other guys set up the table. I took some of the bags we brought in and moved them out of the way and started to organize things. Mike came back over with shots of whisky for everyone. When I reached for one, he moved and put a different one in front of me. Not thinking I just took the not he motioned toward.
“CHEERS” everyone exclaimed and downed the shot.
Handing Mike back the empty glasses the rest of us walked to the table. There were only 4 chairs there.
“I think we’re missing a chair” I said.
Mike replied “No, no were not.”
As I looked over puzzled I felt a burning sensation in my stomach.
Butch commented, “Wow that’s working quick”
What was he talking about I wondered. “Guys I don’t feel well”
“It’s ok, It’ll pass” Mike said. “At least that’s what my cousin told me when he gave the serum to me. It’s what I put in your drink”
I began to feel funny. I then looked up at the other guys who seamed to be getting taller. Of course they weren’t. I however WAS getting shorter. I was shrinking.
Mike commented that the serum was laced with some kind of microscopic nano-bots. Then he pulled out a palm pilot type device. “When the nano-bots attach to your DNA I can control you completely with this. I can even turn you into other objects if I want.” He laughed.
I saw him plugging in some kinds of commands. He was the one controlling my shrinking. Somehow ever my clothes were shrinking with me. All except my shoes.
The other guys also laughed as they took their seats at the poker table. By the time Mike walked over to me I had shrunk to a reduced height of .......
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