Mark lazily took a drag off of his Marlboro and exhaled slowly into the air. He flipped through the channels, not looking for anything in particular.
“A little harder, my feet are sore boys.”
He couldn’t see the six men, each an inch tall, trying desperately to massage his feet, but he could feel them. He was certainly impressed by their effort. He still wasn’t sure who had left the box of tiny men at his door, but the last week had certainly been interesting to say the least.
They appeared to be young, probably 20-25, and each was in good shape. He’d spoke to them a little, but they didn’t say much. At 66 he was hoping retirement would bring new joys, and this was by far the best gift he’d received.
The first few days he kept them in the box, bringing them food and water, and trying his best to research online if it was even possible for people to shrink. He couldn’t find anything. He eventually took them out of the box, easily scooping all six up in one hand.
The power he felt had been overwhelming. But after holding them for a while he put them back in the box. Today was the first day he’d actually taken them out for any real interaction. And the foot rub just came to him.
He was afraid they’d might try to escape as he sat the six tiny, nude figures on the coffee table, but instead they just looked up at him in awe. When he told them he wanted them to rub his feet, they said nothing. They just stood there.
He watched them just wait for him to take off his boots and socks, and when he placed them on the table they immediately tried with all of their might to start rubbing. And it had been that way for the last ten minutes or so.
Mark took a final drag from his cigarette and crushed it out in the ashtray on the couch beside of him.
“That’s enough guys,” he said, and the rubbing stopped. He put his feet down on the floor and leaned forward.
“So how’d you guys get so tiny?” he asked.
One of the tiny men stepped forward.
“There was an ad on campus offering $500 to try an experimental drug to help lose weight,” the tiny man said. “We met in the waiting room. We were all overweight. Within moments of taking the drug we all shrank out of our clothes. We all ended up with toned bodies, but we were tiny. A blonde woman walked into the room and scooped us up, and put us in a box. Hours later, you opened it.”
Mark wondered who the blonde woman could be. He worked in the pharmaceutical field for years, so a multitude of possibilities popped into his mind.
“I see. So I guess no one ever got the $500. That’s a shame.”
Another of the tiny men stepped forward. “Can you help us get back to normal?”
“I’m going to try to figure out how this happened. As it is, I don’t know who left you here. I just retired and a small card was left on the box you were in saying you were a gift. But I’ll get to the bottom of this. Until then, we’ll all have to make the best of the situation.”
Mark reached down and one by one he grabbed the tiny men between his thumb and forefinger, placing them in his other hand. Each flinched, but none tried to run.
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