By Ruth Brown
One Sunday, Mrs. Duff vowed to clean her ancient icebox.
“Wear gloves,” her husband admonished, “could be nasty things brewing!”
In the refrigerator was a minuscule village. Lumberjacks felled matchstick trees, snow melted on thatched roofs, trout leapt from nimble trickles of water. Mrs. Duff peered closer, saw flags waving, sniffed bitter woodsmoke and sweet baking.
One pocket-sized house was her own. Same missing shingles, same weathered shutters. Out stepped her doppelganger, mug in hand. The little Mrs. Duff blinked up. The big Mrs. Duff blinked down.
“It’s bad!” she called, sprinting to fetch the disinfectant. “They’ve already formed a government!”
What a cute story, one that turned cleaning the nasty fridge into an adventure!
Cute.
Very imaginative. Loved it.
Ha! Nice buildup, and I loved the ending.
I enjoyed reading this.
Cool story (pun intended). Reminds me of the Ice Age episode on Love, Death + Robots.
Nicely done.
Very cool story (pun intended). Reminds me of the Ice Age episode on Love, Death + Robots.
Nice job!
Great read. Made me think of the Lilliputians from Gulliver’s Travels.
Imaginative and delightful. I could see it!