“I wanna stay small,” you said, with awkward uncertainty.
“Ooooof course you do.”
You watched as Nikki’s giant hand ascended towards you, you stammered backwards out of fear but she grabbed the remote instead, and stuck it in her pocket. She pushed her sandaled foot out towards you.
“Climb on,” she said. “I’m going to walk down to the minimart and get some cigs and a soda.”
You reluctantly, yet excitedly, climbed onto your sister’s foot and wedged yourself between her second and third toe. On the walk to the store you watched as giants and giantesses strolled by, unaware an inch tall man was observing. The up and down motion of your sister’s foot was almost like the beginning of a carnival ride, but never got faster or scarier.
Your sister entered the minimart and made her way back to the drink coolers.
“Vanilla Coke,” you murmured. And sure enough she grabbed a Vanilla Coke.
“So predictable,” you thought.
She walked up to the counter.
“Hey Nikki.”
Mark. You’d know his voice anywhere. He lived across the street from you guys and had managed the small market for years.
“Heeey Mark, two packs of Newports please.”
“These things’ll kill you, you know...”
“Cigarettes?”
“No, menthols. That’s why I smoke Marlboro Reds,” Mark laughed.
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