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Post by betheran12 on Mar 2, 2024 10:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by betheran12 on Mar 2, 2024 10:08:02 GMT -5
Fifteen-year-old Greg was walking through the athletic field after school heading home. Nearing the end of the field were a few trash cans that had not been dumped yet after Saturday’s soccer game. Around the base of the trash cans were a few french-fry boxes and candy wrappers. As Greg drew closer, he noticed something tiny running into one. He was maybe fifteen feet from it and wasn’t sure but he thought it was standing erect. Shrunken people had been seen in the vicinity. Being as quiet as he could Greg snuck up from behind the box. Crouching down he immediately covered the opening of the box with his hand. Standing back up, Greg tipped the box over an open hand. A very tiny teenager rolled out among a few bits of dried French-fries. Flicking away the fries, Greg studied the tiny teenager.
Meanwhile, Micro-Charlie stared up at the sky-filling face of the handsome teenager. The huge green eyes of the teenager sparkled with amazement. They also had the look of a collector finding a rare find. Charlie covered his head with his arms when tree-width fingers closed over him.
Greg gave his clenched fist a satisfied look. He shoved his fist down the side pocket to the pair of khaki pants he was wearing. And opened his hand. Charlie found himself rolling down the lining of the pocket until coming to rest at the bottom of the massive dark pocket. With Charlie at the base of his pocket prison were a few manhole size coins.
Once home Greg as best he could try to talk to his new miniscule, tiny person which essentially became his pet. And Micro-Charlie began a new chapter in his life with the handsome colossal teenager.
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