It’s been raining for days and finally, the sun wedged between the clouds. Donovan goes out.As I wash dishes and make dinner, Donavan comes in with something squirming and screaming.
Donovan drops it. It’s a tiny human, only about six inches high. He has stubble and a rigid abdomen.
I pick him and look at him.
“Please let me go,” he says.
I carry him in my hand, grab an old hamster ball and toss him inside.
Oh,
the fun I will have with him. He will have to earn his freedom.
I wonder if they are more mini-men.
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