Under Construction (1)

You should have run. You should have taken your chances crossing the street and trekking to the police station two blocks from your school, but you were tiny and afraid, and now you're trapped.

You've been stuck in the boot of a burly contractor all morning, ever since you approached the construction site next door to your school — the scene of the shrinking — and tried to ask for help. But your timing was off. The foreman happened to be emptying a pebble from his boot at the exact moment that you reached him, and you got scooped up inside the scuffed leather giant before he could even notice you. The foul smell of the boot's interior hit you like a blunt object to the head and the man's bare sole tumbled in on top of you like boulders, pinning you in place.

In the salty, sweaty hours that followed you've started to wonder if you'll ever be seen by human eyes again.

With every step Mack takes, the soles of his boots grind against the hard rocks beneath, inadvertently mashing you into the foot that weighs down on you so heavily. The sun is blazing over the site today, which means his boots are filling with sweat extra fast. And all that sweat seems to be washing up years worth of dirt and toejam from the worn old boot's insole. It all makes for the most gruesome lunch you've ever had.