The Small House
I met this young woman with long red hair carrying a small house. She stood there in front of me.
“What is that?” I asked her.
“It’s my house.” she replied.
“It’s a bit small isn’t it?” She smiled when I asked that.
“Do you want to look inside it?” she asked.
“Sure.” I replied, deciding to humour her.
She set the house down on the ground, and then it suddenly grew until there was a large house with three storeys in front of me. At the side was a door, which I opened. As soon as I entered, I felt the house move upwards, like I was in a lift. Puzzled, I looked out the window and saw the house was now up in the air and all the buildings outside looked huge.
The ground floor had a kitchen and a living room, and when I went upstairs I found bedrooms. To my surprise, one of the rooms had half a dozen people in it huddled around talking. When I stood in the doorway, they all stopped talking and turned to look at me.
“I didn’t realise there were other people in here. Did she make the house increase in size for all of you too?” I asked them. One of them shook their head.
“No, she doesn’t make the house bigger, she makes you shrink.” she told me.
“What?” I asked in growing fear. “Does she let us out eventually?” The woman looked at me sadly.
“Like us, you’re now one of her pets.”
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #292. I think I’m a couple of days late for the challenge…
In other news I’ve done an edit of My Life In Darkness, in case the publisher I sent a sample of it to requests to see the entire manuscript. It is now around 500 words longer.
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