Mike loaded then last box and closed the trunk on his car. Selling his old toys wasn’t desirable, but he could use the money.
“Mike?”
Mike turned around to see his old high school friend Mark. He hadn’t seen him in at least 20 years.
“Mark! Hey man, how’s it going?”
“Just taking the dog for a walk.”
“You back in town?”
“Yeah, things didn’t work out in Alabama, so I just moved back.”
Mark fished a pack of Marlboro’s from his shirt pocket, and lit one up, exhaling leisurely into the air. It brought back high school memories. Mike had never been fond of smoking, and remembered when Mark started.
“Well that sucks man - you staying with your mom?”
“Yeah, until I can find something around here.”
“We should catch up sometime.”
“Speaking of, mom said you were living down here. You still into that whole giantess thing?”
The thought of hearing your fetish out loud made you nervous. But the Internet was new when you were kids, and Mark had seen the stuff you were looking at. You’d honestly forgotten about that until he messaged it.
“Ah, that was a long time ago,” you laughed nervously.
“The reason I ask, my ex, she was into a lot of Wiccan stuff. And when I moved I found a few of her things in my stuff. One is a bottle labeled ‘shrinking potion.’ I thought you may get a kick out of that, if you wanna come over later and see it.”
Your curiosity quickly got the best of you. You knew shrinking was impossible. But you wanted to see it.
“Shrinking potion? Sure I’ll come check it out...”
“Great, lemme finish walking the dog. Maybe come over in ten or so?”
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