A Good Husband

    “Don’t worry about him—” Lainey assured her husband that there was no reason to worry about her friend, Ryan, moving in. “It’s like I keep telling you, he needs a place to stay, and we need help with rent now that you’re… y’know. Shrinking.”
    A few months later, Chase, Lainey’s husband, now stood the size of a doll on his coffee table; his face shoved against Ryan’s giant, sour-smelling sole. It was now his job to keep his wife and her boyfriend happy, and that often meant humiliating tasks were in store for the tiny husband. 
    “Good little husband…” Ryan gently wiggled his toes in and around Chase’s face.
    “I’m a lucky girl!” Lainey smiled before leaning in to kiss Ryan.