Kat walked into the gas station, tired. Work has been long and she was looking forward to the next two days off. She had big plans of doing nothing.
“Four packs of Newport 100s please.”
The large man behind the counter turned and grabbed her cigarettes. As he turned back around, she noticed something moving in his large, bushy beard.
“25.72.”
Kat didn’t even notice the man had said anything. She was transfixed on his beard, where she could’ve sworn she counted 12 tiny men squirming around, trying to get out of the thick, dense hair.
“25.72 ma’am.”
Surely she was hallucinating. But the men looked real. And they couldn’t have been more than an inch tall.
“Ma’am?”
Kat closed her eyes tight and reopened them. The men were still there. Each one struggling and squirming, but getting nowhere in the thick hair. Most were shoulder deep, but a few had an arm out.
“I’m... I’m sorry. Maybe I’m crazy.... but... are there... people... in your beard?”
The old man chuckled.
“You’re the first person all day who has noticed them.”
Kat couldn’t believe how nonchalant his reply was. Even more she couldn’t believe there were actually tiny people in his beard.
“Those are the new ones. They’re a little wild at first, a few days in the beard usually helps them understand their situation.”
“Their... situation?”
“That they’re now my slaves. These 12 are just a few. I’ve got ten more on me you can’t see, my wife probably has 10-20 with her, and we have a lot more at home.”
Kat was shell shocked. What on earth was happening? People weren’t an inch tall.
“How’d they get so small...”
“There’s a lot to it, really. Too much to go into the details now. If you want to have dinner with my wife and I tonight I can tell you all about it.”
The man started scribbling on a piece of paper, but Kat couldn’t take her eyes off of his beard.
“Here’s the address. If you want to know more, show up at 8pm. If not, that’s fine too. Now that’ll be 25.72.”
Kat paid for her cigarettes, and the man dropped the piece of paper with the address into a bag along with them. She walked towards the exit slowly, still trying to comprehend what she’d just seen.
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