Machines of the Little People by Tegon Maus

I opened the door a crack after a second knock, peering outside. “Told you, it’s her,” Suzie whispered harshly in a ‘told-you-so’ tone, pointing toward the front door. “She’s dangerous and she’s coming,” Suzie voiced with concern.īefore she could answer there was a knock at the door. “The door was open and to help you of course,” she returned. “What are you doing here? I take it back, how did you get in and why are you in my apartment?” I pressed. “Well, you should have,” she scolded, placing her hands on her hips. “You invited me” she insisted, smoothing her hands quickly over her head. She wore a white tee shirt with the words ‘E=mc squared’ printed in blue across the front over a tan pair of slacks. Her hair stood out in every direction as if she carried a full static charged just by standing up. What are you doing here?” My sense of being startled shifted to that of being confused. “I know you… Suzie? Right? You’re the one that found me. “John?” she called as I peeked warily around the corner.

I shoved it in the back of my waist band, covering it with my shirt before cautiously making my way to the living room. My heart pounded with sudden panic… I had to hide the spoon. “Hello, anyone home?” a woman’s voice called from the front room. I just needed for it to be safe and then I could let it go. I was holding on to it until I found out what it meant and where it came from, that’s all. I tried my best to convince myself it was perfectly normal. Other than my pocket, it didn’t seem to fit anywhere. I couldn’t leave it in a drawer or throw it away without it calling to me. The only thing that resembled any proof at all was the wooden spoon. I had been over tired, over worked, I was better now. I felt great, certain it had all been in my head. There had been no voices, no professor, no machine in my closet. I had convinced myself nothing had happened. Each object resting in place was another step closer to normal life until I had reached the point of disbelief.īy Friday of the next week I was right as rain, all was good with the world. It took me three whole days… morning, noon and night to put my house back in order.

Machines of the Little People by Tegon Maus