MicroHorror

“So, what do you want to do now?” she asked, looking up at him with her sluttish smile.

This was all happening too fast, but a decision was needed.

Missy sat in the rented car with a gun in her lap. She watched the two of them come from the mall, holding hands, smiling. She spoke out loud, though they couldn’t hear her.

“Hello, Isaac and Tab. One year ago I found out about the arthritis. I took comfort in the two of you, my lover and my best friend. I told you what the doctor told me, that it would be chronic and crippling. You cried, got me drunk, then, when I was passed out, took comfort in each other.” She shook her head. “Looks like you’re still taking comfort in each other.”

She gripped the gun in the swollen and curled fingers of her right hand.

“Thank you, Vicodin, for granting me the ability to lift and carry this weapon for a short period of time.” She gulped. “I just hope you didn’t make me too stoned to aim it.”

When they were close, she got out of the car. She suddenly felt as if she were hit by a gale-force wind and was flying out of control.

Missy stumbled and then regained her balance. Somehow, she was walking toward the mall entrance. Her legs had shrunken, and she was wearing pink leggings. She looked up and saw a woman smiling at her.

“Hello, Missy. Time to talk about the rules of the cosmos as they apply to me.”

Again, she felt as if a strong wind hit her and was flying out of control.

Then she was staring at a piece of teriyaki chicken. Her hand was big and hairy. A guy in a Linkin Park T-shirt sat across from her. “I can only stay in this realm if I’m bonded to a spirit that harbors this realm.”

The wind wasn’t only outside. It hit the food court too.

Then she was in a movie theater, with a hand caressing her leg. She was fairly certain she had an erect penis. The girl causing it whispered.

“As long as I’m close to that spirit, we can hop into others who are a reasonable distance away.”

Someone nearby shushed her, and then the wind took her away.

Then she could see her reflection in the mirror. She was a middle-aged woman getting her hair done by a man with a poodle perm. He said, “By the rules of the cosmos, I can only stay with your permission.”

The wind came and she was standing behind a checkout counter. A woman holding a shirt said, “I decided to try you because you want out of your body.”

The wind came, and then she was in a coffee shop. The barista said, “If you so choose, we can hop from body to body for the next few centuries, but if you haven’t decided to keep me within the next minute, I’ll have to go away from you forever.”

The wind came, and she was back on the parking lot.

“So, what do you want to do now?” she asked, looking up at him with her sluttish smile.

This was all happening too fast, but a decision was needed.

Missy was in her ex-boyfriend’s body. She thought the spirit was in her ex-best-friend’s body, but then she saw her own body across the way. It was holding up her crinkly-fingered hands as if to ask what she wanted to do. She didn’t see the gun she had been carrying.

She looked back at the whorish face of one of her betrayers. She looked around and saw the parking lot was full of potential witnesses. She looked across the way and nodded at the spirit inside her body. That spirit nodded back and moved away. Missy reached out to Tab’s throat, and with big, healthy hands, began taking her revenge.