Mike was ready to start the day. At 25 he’d landed his dream job, and even better, it was the type of top secret stuff no one knew about.
Mike would be shrunk to an inch tall, and would be fixing fillings at a dentist office. He wasn’t a dentist, but rather a welder. He could be placed in a mouth and make a filling over twenty times stronger with his skills.
He walked out of his house, a modest two bedroom, and onto his front lawn. He surveyed the neighborhood. To his left he saw Ms. Seymour. At 53 she was still a beauty. She waved to him, one of her per cats securely in her arms. Mike waved back.
To his right, Salvatore “Sal” Piscano lay in a lawn chair sunbathing. Mike was pretty sure he had been in the mafia, he certainly looked the part. He was a huge guy, his big hairy gut taking in the sun. A small glass of whiskey and his Marlboros on a small table beside of him.
Across the road lived Mark and Melanie, a young married couple. Mark worked long hours at the mayors office, so Mike didn’t see much of him. He’d talked to Melanie a few times while checking his mail. She was a little chubby, and very cute. She seemed so wholesome, so Mike found it humorous when she told him she hid her smoking habit from her husband.
As Mike walked towards his car a small black town car pulled into his driveway. A young, tall black woman stepped out.
“Mike?” She asked.
“Y-yes, that’s me,” he said anxiously. Mike would never be known for his social skills.
“Hey! I’m Monique from Dr. Zimmerman’s office. I know you were supposed to start today, but Dr. Zimmerman had to take the day off,” she said walking closer to you. As she got closer her voice turned to a whisper. “I was also going to test the shrinking process with you and make sure we’re good to go.”
Mike gulped. For the first time it truly occurred to him he’d only be an inch tall. A fan of pulp comics and 50s B movies, the idea was right up his alley. But now he found himself having second thoughts.
“Uh, okay, yeah,” he said awkwardly.
“Great, can we go inside?”
Mike led Monique into his house. It was very quaint, sparsely decorated, but he did have some 50s movie posters hanging up. Monique looked around.
“Attack of the Puppet People… Dr. Cyclops… The Incredible Shrinking Man,” she said. “I think we definitely hired the right guy.”
“Oh uh yeah… I guess I do like the shrinking movies…”
Monique pulled a small remote out of her pocket.
“Okay, you shouldn’t really feel anything, but you may get a little dizzy, that’s normal at first,” she said.
Mike thought this was sudden. He hadn’t even offered her a glass of water.
“Uh okay,” he replied.
Monique aimed the remote at Mike. Mike watched the room get larger and larger, becoming terrified in the process. The shrinking finally stopped, and Mike had to crane his neck back just to see Monique.
“That simple,” she said. “How do you feel?”
“Uh, fine!” He shouted.
“Relax, you don’t have to shout,” she replied. “The technology allows your voice to say the same, so I can hear you when you talk.”
“Man, this could change ventriloquist acts around the world,” Mike replied. Monique chuckled.
“Alright, time to change you back,” Monique replied, point the remote at Mike. Nothing happened.
“Ugh, the damn thing is dead. Okay, no problem. Mike, just hold tight and I’m going to head to the office and get a freshly charged remote. I’ll be back in a half hour, tops.”
“Wait! Can you put me somewhere a little more safe?” Mike asked.
“I’ll take you to one of your neighbors,” she replied.
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