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|  | Three inches tall...(insp. by Shrinking Man)
« Thread Started on Oct 4, 2009, 1:53am » | |
inspired by film version of Incredible Shrinking Man
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The force of the paw swipe sent him sprawling; he landed under the table, amid the dust and dirt, face down. He was cornered and truly in peril--he knew the gigantic cat was right behind him and he couldn't stay there, for he'd soon be attacked and perhaps eaten--and yet
he also couldn't run for the immense feline would soon catch him. Or could it? He was smart and could survive--only his miniaturized body was a negative.
Three inches tall, weighing just a few ounces, down there on the dusty floor. What could he do?
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He had been reduced to living in a dollhouse and had tried not to give up hope--but how much hope had he left? The shrinking had stopped briefly when he was three feet tall but then it started again. Or had it merely slowed down and then resumed? The doctor was supposed to see him again tomorrow--not that it would do much good. Louise would simply put him in the small container and place it on the passenger seat, then she would drive to Dr. Silver and bring him in. Like he was a mouse or something.
But something went very wrong. She said she was just going to the corner, to the store, and she'd be right back. Little did he know that she had forgotten her gloves and when she went back for them
the door had blown open and a visitor had gotten in. A creature so small she could easily cradle it in her arms--but one that was gigantic to him...only a foot and a half long, maybe 10 or 11 pounds--but it was like a dragon to him.
A cat.
And Scott had been unaware that as he reclined on the tiny sofa in the dollhouse, the cat had started to scout him out. He tried to rest but soon he would be running for his life.
The cat started to sniff around then peered inside the dollhouse, and then it went to the front of the tiny house and sniffed some more. Scott suddenly sat up straight. What was that? He went over to the front door and opened it. There it was, the huge monster that meowed at him. Bigger than any lion he could imagine. Scott slammed the door shut and slowly backed up, his brain and body frozen in terror.
The cat put his leg through one of the windows; the paw dangled over the windowsill and pushed aside the tiny drapes. It brushed up against the three inch long sofa. Suddenly the cat pushed its leg
forward with a jerk and it clawed Scott's back! He screamed out in pain and fell to the floor; the cat pushed its paw around trying to find him. He got up and grabbed a tiny knife and tried to stab the paw; then he went over to another window and looked out into the big living room. The cat had started to go around to the back of the dollhouse, which was pushed up against the wall. It started to pry it back from the wall; the feline towered over the scaled down lamp and chair and looked over at him, menacingly. Scott thought about running up the stairs to the second level but what good would that do?
He decided instead to run for it, so he ran to the door, flung it open, and ran across the living room rug, taking refuge under a chair. Scott hid behind one huge leg and glanced over at the dollhouse; the cat was still trying to find him. He couldn't stay there either--what if the cat sensed him? With a brave effort, Scott ran across the floor, what seemed like 100 yards on his tiny bare feet. A loud meow was heard and the next thing he knew he could feel
the blunt force of the cat's huge paw on his shoulder, knocking him down and sending him sprawling down onto the dusty floor.
Slowly he turned around and faced the cat. Cornered. It meowed loudly at him and he saw the sharp teeth in its mouth. Scott tried to flee again but the cat quickly thrust a paw out; he was tripped and found himself upended, his miniscule bare feet flying up into the air and then his legs landed with a thud on the floor.
The cat was literally playing cat and mouse with him--terrorizing him before the inevitable kill. What now?
He glanced up some 55 feet up to the top of the table. A power cord led up to a lamp. Could he climb up fast enough? Then again, the lamp was near the edge of the table. If he pulled hard enough...
Wait a minute. He weighed a few ounces. How could he do it?
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The cat continued to growl at him and he crouched, ready to make his move. Now! Scott grabbed the power cord and put what little weight he had on it and the lamp somehow fell down, scattering its lampshade and landing with a thud on the floor. The cat shrieked and ran away. Scott ran too, in an opposite direction. It felt like he was running the distance of two football fields, maybe more. There was the door to the cellar--ajar just enough so he could squeeze behind it. Could the cat follow..?
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