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The Interloper — Description

The cruel July sun beats down on you as you seek shelter. You think to yourself that this must be the worst time of the year to be shrunken and released to the streets. The heat sucks the moisture from you, the sun burns your pale flesh and you have nowhere to hide or seek nourishment.
You curse yourself for getting into trouble with the law. It was all your fault, you admitted it yourself in-front of the judge, but she sought to make you a lesson for others. That's why she had you shrunken. Now you wander aimlessly in a world not meant for you.
Your feet blister on the burning hot sidewalk as you walk, you see a building that's open near the beach. In it a group of Latinas having fun in their bikinis as they enjoy the summer day. At the top of the building is a sign, “Cabana Fiestas”. You enter cautiously as you try to avoid their footfalls.
There you see a dozen women in heeled sandals, flat sandals and barefoot as they party. It seems to be a private affair. You hide behind a garbage can as they go about with their fun. As you watch you see them drinking, it is then that you realize that you are desperately thirsty.
As the women have fun, you see one holding a drink accidentally bump into another, the fluid sloshes out of her cup and splashes onto the floor near you. As the two separate another walks through the puddle with her sandals.
In desperation you decide to lap it up off of the wooden floor. You hobble out onto the floor with your blistered feet and reach the puddle. You drop to your hands and knees and greedily slurp from the puddle as you ignore the sound of the footfalls around you.
The sound gets louder and then stops. You slowly look up from the puddle and see a pair of pretty well pedicured feet in high-heeled sandals pointing at you. You see her toes wiggling slightly before you. With apprehension you look up her shapely legs and then up the trunk of her body and end at her eyes looking directly down at you. The expression on her face doesn't suggest mercy, it shows at best for you, hostility.
You realize that there is no way for you to escape her, instead you decide to beg her for your life. You straighten your own body and extend you arms as you beg her. She responds to your pitiful actions by raising her foot above you.
The dirty and worn rubber sole hovers over you as you cower at her feet, her cruel sloe eyes look down at you as if you are an insect. You might as well be an insect at her feet, a life unworthy of existing in her presence. She watches your pitiful fear for a few seconds before she stomps on you.
You're filled with terror in the second that it takes for her foot to reach you, in that time you move your arms to try to hold the unstoppable force back as the beginning of a shriek of terror comes from your lips.
The sole impacts your extended arms, pushing them away effortlessly as it comes for your face, it smashes into that too as it propels you down to the floor. Your lips pressed against the sole in the milliseconds it takes for you to reach the floor, your tongue touching the grime as you continue your shriek. Your brain doesn't have enough time to process what your lips and tongue sense before you're smashed between the floor and her sandal.
You pop beneath her as her foot's descent ends. She gives you a quick twist and scrapes her foot back before stepping away. She doesn't look back at where you were, utterly disregarding your existence. Your gore coats the shallow tread, it adheres you to her sole as she walks off to enjoy the party. Your body slowly becomes embedded in the dirty tread as she carouses with her friends. Ignored and forgotten about. Your last resting place being filth beneath her shoe sole.

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