A Tragic Tale

By Astrogator

Morris was reading the paper at the table while Marge prepared breakfast. He

said to his wife, "Marge, we should move to another neighborhood."

"No, Morris," said Marge. "I am not going to be driven from my home."

"But the neighbors, Marge," he said. "All of our friends have moved away. All

of the remaining wives have taken the pill."

"I don't care," said Marge. "We aren't going to move. If you want to go, then

go, but I am going to stay. This is my home."

Morris hesitated a moment, then said, with some trepidation, "Marge, I wish

you would take the pill."

Marge stared at him. "I thought you loved me the way I am, Morris. You told

me you would stand by me."

"I do love you as you are, Marge," said Morris. He laid down the paper and

spoke directly to her. "But things have changed. The giantesses are everywhere,

now. They control everything and they are changing everything to suit

themselves. If you don't have a friend who is a giantess, you haven't got a

chance, these days."

"We have a friend who is a giantess," said Marge. "Susan."

"Susan?" said Morris in startled voice. "You think she is a friend?"

"Susan and I were best friends before all this started," said Marge. "And we

are still best friends now. I remember when Susan was only twelve feet tall, she

told me 'Marge, this isn't going to change our friendship, is it?' I told her of

course it would not."

"Can we trust her to look out for our interest?" said Morrisl

"I have known here since we were both little girls," said Marge. "I would

trust her with my life."

Morris let it drop. He went back to reading his paper while Marge served the

breakfast.

* * *

As he walked out of the house, Morris saw Susan standing in her yard watering

her grass with a gigantic water hose. "Hello Morris," she called out, and turned

toward him.

"Be careful with that hose," cried Morris as the torrent of water swerved

toward him. He dodged backward as a few stray drops landed around him.

"Sorry," said Susan. She shut off the hose and walked closer. "How are you

this morning, Morris?"

"I am fine," said Morris. "I have to get to work."

Susan laughed. "If you were married to me, you wouldn't have to go to work,"

she said.

Morris walked to his truck and put his hand on the door. "I don't mind

working," he said. "I like my job."

"A lot of you little guys are getting laid off," said Susan. "Sooner or

later, there won't be any jobs left for little guys."

"There will always be jobs somewhere," said Morris. It was uncomfortable

trying to make eye contact with Susan. She was fifty seven feet tall and even

though she was standing at the other end of the driveway, he still had to crane

his neck to see her face.

"You could have been married to me once," Susan said, smiling. "Remember high

school?"

"That was a long time ago," said Morris. It was also before he met Marge.

"Marge took you away from me," said Susan. "But I could take you away from

her now, if I wanted to."

Morris said, "What do you mean?" Her tone alarmed him.

"I could just pick you up and take you home!" said Susan, and she laughed

very loud then. "Marge couldn't do a thing to stop me." She laughed again,

throwing her head back.

When she stopped laughing, Morris said, "You wouldn't do that."

"Why not," said Susan.

"It would be wrong," said Morris. "Marge is your friend. I am your friend."

"Yes, but the rules are changing," said Susan. "The world is changing. Marge

was too timid to change with it."

Morris looked toward Susan's huge house. It was only a modest three room

dwelling, for Susan, but built to her enormous scale, it towered into the sky

like a goddess's temple, dwarfing the little california ranch house in which he

and Marge lived.

"I bought the old Westfield place and the Dafferden's lot," said Susan. "I

now own the entire block, except yours and Marge's lot. You should sell out.

I'll give you a good price."

"Marge doesn't want to move," said Morris.

"I have plans," Susan said. "I want to have a patio on the south side of the

house."

"You don't need our little lot," said Morris.

"But I do," Susan replied. "My front door will be right behind you. I want to

put a sidewalk right here. You are in the way."

That sounded almost like a threat, Morris thought. "I have to get to work."

He got into the pick up and started the engine. He glanced into the rear view

mirror and saw Susan was still standing in the driveway, blocking his exit with

her huge feet. He backed up a couple of feet and watched to see if she would

move, but she remained still, looking down at him. Morris idled the engine and

put his head out the window. "Please step aside, Susan," he said. "I have to get

to work."

"Sorry," said Susan, with a grin. But she did not move. Instead, she spread

her legs wide so that she stood astride the driveway. "Come ahead, Morris."

Morris fumed for a moment, but he knew it was useless to argue with Susan, or

any other giantess. They liked to flaunt their power and as long as they did not

cross the line, there was nothing to be done about it. He backed out of the

driveway, carefully easing the truck between her sandaled feet and out into the

street.

"See you later, Morris," she called as he drove away.

* * *

Susan was having a party and the thunder of music and laughter made it

impossible for Morris and Marge to sleep. "This is not right," said Morris. "We

should move."

"No, I will not move," said Marge.

"You should take the pill," Morris said. "You should become a giantess."

Marge said, "That's easy for you to say. You want me to take the pill and

turn into a monster like one of them. It's unnatural. How would you like it? How

would you like it if I asked you to put some poison in your body that would turn

you into a monster?"

"I would take it if it would do any good," said Morris. "One of us has got to

do it. But it only works on women."

"They should have developed a pill for men," said Marge. "Then you could

become a giant if you wanted to. Then you could take care of us both. Why didn't

they develop a pill for men?"

"They were working on one," said Morris. "But the giantesses made them stop.

They didn't want giants. But you can be a giantess, if you take the pill, Marge.

If you were a giantess, everything would be allright. I wouldn't have to be

afraid of Susan."

"You aren't afraid of Susan," said Marge. "She wouldn't hurt either one of

us."

"I don't like the way she looks at me," said Morris. "She isn't the same as

when she was normal sized. There is something about being big that makes you get

strange ideas. She doesn't have any respect for me anymore."

"If I were a giantess, we would have to move," said Marge. "This house would

be too small for me."

"We could build a larger house."

"Not here," said Marge. "We'd would have to move."

"Then let's move," said Morris.

Marge said, "If you want to go, you can go. I am staying here."

There was a pause, the Morris sighed and said, "I couldn't go away and leave

you here." He looked up at the ceiling and shouted, "STOP THAT NOISE! TURN OFF

THE DAMNED MUSIC!"

"They can't hear you," said Marge. "You'll just have to be patient. The party

will be over soon, I hope."

So they waited, and a couple of hours later, the noise began to subside. The

partiers drifted away to their homes and the huge stereo was shut off. Morris

and Marge hugged one another and settled down to get some sleep at last. "Good

night, Marge," said Morris.

"Good night, Morris," said Marge.

Together they began to drift on the currents of sleep.

But their sleep did not last long, for in the middle of the night a

tremendous banging came on the roof of the house. The giant voice of Susan

shouted though the roof. "You in there! Come out! Come out here! I want to talk

to you!"

"She's drunk," said Morris. "She is out of her head."

"I'll go talk to her," said Marge, rising from the bed.

"No, don't!" said Morris. "She might do anything when she is in this

condition."

"If we don't come out, it will just make her mad," said Marge. "She might

damage the house if we ignore her." As an illustration of Marge's words, the

pounding on the roof came again, louder and faster and the beams groaned and

made cracking noises.

"No," said Morris. "I am not going out there!"

"Don't be a coward!" said Marge. "Hurry, before she smashes the roof in!"

Reluctantly, Morris rose from the bed and in pajamas, followed Marge out into

the yard where they saw the colossal Susan standing in their yard, nearly

filling it with her feet. She wore a long cocktail dress that left her shoulders

bare and sported gloves that came to her elbows. In one hand she held a

barrel-sized glass full of liquor. "There you are, you little worms!" said

Susan, when she saw Marge and Morris step out of the house. "What took you so

long?"

"We were asleep, Susan," said Marge. "What do you want at this time of

night?"

Slowly, Susan unfolded one long arm and pointed at Morris. "I want him," she

said. "I want him now."

"Susan, you are drunk!" said Marge. "Go home and sleep it off!"

Susan laughed. "It's amazing how a little alcohol can clear your mind," she

said. "I finally realized that I can have what I want. All I have to do is reach

out and take it. I could have done it anytime, but I didn't see it until now.

Starting with him." She started bending over, reaching out toward Morris and he

darted back into the house, dragging Marge with him.

Susan began kicking at the door with her pump. The front wall of the house

shook and threaten to give way with each kick. "Open this goddam door you little

worms!" shouted Susan.

Suddenly there was a tremendous crash accompanied by a splintering of wood

and a huge high heeled shoe smashed through the ceiling and crashed down on the

living room floor. Marge and Morris fled to the bedroom. "She has gone mad!"

said Morris. "She is going to kill us."

"No she won't" said Marge. "We can hide until she calms down. It's not Susan,

its the alcohol."

There were more crashes as Susan smashed her foot down on the roof of the

house, again and again and again, demolishing it bit by bit. Morris and Marge

retreated to the basement and huddled together in the darkness waiting for Susan

to tire of her drunken rampage and go away. "She'll feel bad about this in the

morning," Marge said. "This is not like Susan at all."

"You don't know her," said Morris. "It's not the alcohol. She is drunk with

power. She hates you, don't you see it. She has hated you since high school."

The house was now just a heap wreckage piled above the basement. The

thunderous sound of Susan's stamping foot had ceased. "She's gone," said Marge.

"You were right, Morris. We should have moved out before it came to this. We'll

have to move now. The house is a wreck."

After a few minutes had passed and all was silent, Morris said, "Do you think

she is gone?"

"Listen!" said Marge.

Morris listened and heard a slurpy scraping sound. "Oh no!" he cried.

"What it it?" demanded Marge.

"It's concrete!" said Morris. "She's mixing concrete!"

* * *

Susan was relaxing on her new Patio when the giantess Ellen came striding

briskly up the walk. "Have some lemonade?" said Susan.

"Don't mind if I do," said Ellen, and sagged into a lawn chair. "I really

like the way you fixed up the place. "It's very nice."

"How about my new sidewalk?" said Susan, gesturing toward the walk that Ellen

had just traversed.

"Very nice job," said Ellen. "I never thought Marge would sell out, though.

How did you finally get your hands on the property?"

Susan poured lemonade into a glass for Ellen and said, "You might say I

encroached on it. In fact, I never did get Marge and Morris to sell out. They

just left."

"They abandoned the property?"

"I found the house deserted one day," said Susan. "So I kicked it down and

covered it up with concrete."

"What if they show up one day and demand their property back?" said Ellen.

"If they do, I'll just spank their little butts and send them packing!" said

Susan.

The two giantesses laughed together, then relaxed in the warm afternoon

sunshine of yet another excellent day.

THE END

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