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Apology (2023)
🕑 Added 2024-06-01 12:00:11 +0000 UTCCameron sat in his living room, the quiet hum of the TV filling the space as he absentmindedly flipped through channels. He had hoped to spend this weekend with his son, but plans had changed when his son decided to attend a concert instead. He remembered their argument earlier that evening, the harsh words exchanged echoing in his mind.
"Dad, I need to go out tonight. I'm meeting up with friends to study for a big exam," his son had insisted, avoiding eye contact.
Cameron had narrowed his eyes, not buying the excuse. "Really? On a Friday night? You sure this isn't another concert you're not telling me about? You know you don't need to lie."
His son had sighed, rolling his eyes. "Come on, Dad. Trust me for once, will you?"
Truth be told, he was going to a concert.
"I wish I could, buddy. After last time, I don't know what to tell you."
Cameron had reluctantly agreed, though doubt lingered in his mind. He had wanted to believe his son, but deep down, he knew something wasn't right. As his son opened the door to leave, Cameron called out, "Be back early." He didn't see his son shrink down and fall to the floor as the door closed. As the door shut, Cameron went to sit down in his favorite chair, succumbing to a night of his nightly shows.
Meanwhile, trapped on the carpet, the tiny figure of his son struggled desperately, waving his arms and shouting in vain, shocked at his new size.
"Dad!!!” he shrieked in shock. Feeling the thuds on the floor for the first time, he was horrified as he witnessed his giant-sized father walk past the door to get to his favorite chair in the living room. He moved with such power, slow and yet so fast at the same time.
“Dad, please! Look down here! I'm sorry, I lied! I’m not going to study! Please, I need you!"
He began treading his way towards his father as he desperately called out to him.
Cameron's enormous feet were on the floor, bare and slightly dirty from walking around the house all day. Each wrinkle and crevice of his skin looked like an insurmountable landscape to his shrunken son. The sheer size of his father's feet was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
The tiny son ran towards Cameron's feet, hoping against hope that he might somehow be seen. "Dad, please! I'm right here!" His voice was a mere whisper in the vast room, lost among the ambient noise.
Cameron sighed, getting comfortable. He adjusted his position as he turned the TV up, unknowingly shifting his foot directly in the path of his tiny son. The minuscule motion to Cameron felt like an earthquake to his son, who was knocked off his feet by the sheer force of it. He scrambled back up, determination fueling his every move. "Dad, please! Watch out! I’m down here!”
Desperation clawed at him as he ran closer to the towering foot, the musty smell of sweat and dirt assaulting his senses. He reached out and touched his father's skin, the warmth radiating through it. To him, it felt like a heated wall, alive and pulsating.
Cameron wiggled his toes, unknowingly brushing his son aside. The tiny boy tumbled backward, landing on the rough carpet. Pain shot through his body, but he pushed it aside, driven by the need to be heard. "I'm sorry, Dad! I shouldn't have lied! Please, just look down!"
But Cameron, engrossed in the TV, paid no mind to the faint tickling sensation on his foot. He shifted again, his heel coming down perilously close to his son. The shrunken boy stared up in horror as the enormous sole of his father's foot loomed above him, the grooves and lines of his skin starkly visible.
Time seemed to slow down as Cameron's foot descended. The tiny boy screamed, his voice a high-pitched squeal lost in the vastness of the room. The pressure built around him as the sole made contact, pinning him to the carpet. He could feel every ridge and callous, the warmth of his father's skin enveloping him completely.
Air was forced from his lungs as the immense weight bore down on him. Every inch of his body screamed in agony, but he couldn't give up. He squirmed and wriggled, trying to find a pocket of space to breathe. The smell of the carpet mixed with the earthy scent of his father's foot overwhelmed his senses.
Cameron cleared his throat, deciding he needed a drink. He stood up, unknowingly pressing down more severely and smothering his son completely. The tiny boy writhed, completely immobilized and unable to breathe. The pressure was unbearable, and he felt his consciousness slipping.
As Cameron stepped away to get a glass of water, his massive foot finally lifted off his son, allowing the tiny boy a brief, painful gasp of air.
"Oh, thank God..." the tiny son gasped, his voice barely audible even to himself.
Cameron took another step, his heel crashing down nearby, shaking the ground violently. The tiny boy's heart pounded as he watched his father walk away, each step like a thunderous earthquake.
As Cameron headed to the kitchen, he pondered aloud, "I wonder when I'll stop letting him walk over me like this..." His voice was filled with frustration.
On the carpet, the tiny son lay exhausted and bruised, his father's words echoing in his mind. He knew he had to find a way to get his father's attention before it was too late.
