Bathroom Break
Added 2026-01-03 19:36:19 +0000 UTCJulie’s had a random shrinking curse ever since that time she used a Ouija board in a fairy grove on a full moon that one Friday the 13th. I told her not to. She never listens. Now she randomly shrinks to the size of a doll whenever it’s most inconvenient, which is always.
We’re at the show when intermission hits and she suddenly grabs my wrist. I know the look immediately. She doesn’t explain, just pulls me into the women’s room like she’s racing a clock.
We barely get the door shut before it starts. One second she’s pacing, the next she’s shrinking until she’s crouched on the tile at maybe twelve inches tall. I don’t know, I don’t have a ruler. She looks up at me with that familiar embarrassed, shrunken smile.
“I felt it coming,” Julie says quietly. “I just really didn’t want it to happen out there.”
She glances toward the door, then back up at me. “Could I sit on your shoulder for the rest of the set?” she asks. “I really don’t want to miss them.”
She stands there waiting, hands folded, like it’s the most reasonable request in the world. I sigh and pick her up. I’m always the caretaker.
