Michael Hartford

Among the Moabites

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Statement

The first time Wilson saw them was when he opened the medicine cabinet one groggy morning in search of aspirin and his toothbrush. Between the familiar can of shaving cream and the plastic tumbler that held his toothbrush, lying on his crushed and twisted tube of toothpaste as if it were a luxurious pillow, were two tiny people. They were no bigger than his thumb, and a little pinker, lounging in a tangle of spindly limbs. One of them lifted its head from the toothpaste and he slammed the door shut.

Reviews

While amusing, I’m afraid that I simply didn’t understand the point of this story.
- Anon. Editor

We do tend to like darker stories, but this was a bit nasty for my taste; I had a difficult time empathizing with either Wilson or the little people.
- Anon. Editor

(Though met with initial resistance, this story did eventually find a home at Cherry Bleeds and Pseudopod.)