MicroHorror

She knew she was getting smaller by the day. She began to stay indoors so people wouldn’t see how tiny she had become.

Gretchen had spent years trying to get Abraham out of her mind. Although he consumed her thoughts daily she didn’t think it was in an obsessive way, as she always continued to function. He was the first man she had fallen in love with, and despite having flings along the way, there he was, stuck in her mind like paper on glue. He would show up every few years, and she’d always let him in, no questions asked.

Gretchen climbed up on the chair, and then her dresser. She lovingly stroked the picture of Abraham she had hidden under her Bible. Gretchen jumped off the dresser onto the chair, and down onto the floor. Her once shoulder-length hair now dragged on the floor behind her. She curled up on the pillow that she now used for a bed. During the night was when inches of her would disappear. Gretchen wondered how much of herself would be lost tonight.

Gretchen awoke to a knock on the door. Groggy, she went and tried to get up on the chair by the window. Gretchen realized she couldn’t reach the bottom rung of the chair now. She saw a shadow pass by. A man’s head was peering in the window, illuminated only by the moonlight behind him. Abraham.

Gretchen began running and tripped trying to get over a bump in the carpet. She turned over and realized the moonlight was shining down on her. She saw Abraham’s shocked expression when he spotted her. He had a look of horror etched on his face. Slowly Abraham backed away from the window until she couldn’t see him anymore.

Gretchen was used to him leaving. She went back to her pillow and rocked herself to sleep. She knew this time he’d never be back. She wondered if there’d be anything left of her by morning.