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Chapter #9
You somehow survive the trampling
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You dive to the right and the sandal crashes down next to you, throwing sand all over.
“Slippery little thing.” Mom whispers to herself as she once again raises her foot and takes aim. This time there is no way you can dive as you are still struggling to stand in the soft sand.
“NO!!!”
*SMASH*
The sandel lands directly on top of you.
“You got hi- it!” Isabel cheers.
Mom lifted her sandal and looks at her footprint to see you still wiggling!
You just endured the worst pain you e ever felt in your life. Isabel’s mom came down on you with the weight of a mountain and plunged you a whole 5 inches into the sand and smashed you into her footprint. But by some miracle the sand formed around you and didn’t allow you to pop. But that wasn’t the only thing…
“Gotta make sure we finish it off Honey!” Mom raised her foot and with a wiggle of her toes sent it crashing down on to your gasping form.
*SMASH* *CRUSH* *SLAM* *CRACK*
Over and over she brought her foot down onto your feeble body and drove you further and further into the sand until the condensed sand beneath you hardened into solid ground. The last slam of her foot cause your entire body to break and compress to a millimeters width, but you didn’t die, in fact, you spread and formed to the hot, worn surface of the sandal and wedged into one of the remaining tread portions on Isabel’s Mom”s sole. You screamed as you felt your organs turn to mush and your bones to dust.
“Well I’ve got him for sure now” Mom flicked her hair behind her ear as she examines the small crater she just made. Her and Isabel didn’t see the little bug and can only assume it exploded on impact. Mom always had enjoyment in smashing small bugs into her Berkenstocks. It gave her a feeling of power like no other. She relished the feeling of grinding this little bug back and forth, making it another permanent souvenir she would have with her all the time. She smirked as she looked at the bottom of her shoe and the new stain on it. It looked a little odd, not as visceral as usual, but she would take it.
“Momma were we going back now? I’m hungry.” Isabel whined.
“Yes dear that’s why I called you over, we are eating at a nice place a couple blocks down, I thought we could have a little walk over there.”
“Yay!” Isabel skipped off with a final look at the grave of the tiny man and giggled, it seemed she inherited a bit of her mother”s cruelness.
You on the other hand, or foot, we’re in hell. Every step Isabel’s mom took ground you into the sharp sand and scratched at your skin, not even to mention the weight of every step. Tears rolled down what was left off your cheeks as she left the sandy beach and her sole touched the boardwalk. The unforgiving wood mashed you harder and harder into her sole. Your body was splattered just under where the ball of her foot would be, so every pivot dragged your poor skin and body in a tight circle and further mushed your body into unrecognizability.
Isabel’s mom made her way to meet her daughter at the water faucet for washing feet and shoes off. You cried in happiness as the water washed some of the harsh sand from you, even just a little bit. She tossed her sandals, and you, off and they cluttered to the boardwalk. And she bummed as has she washed her and Isabel’s feet. After a moment she skipped the sandals back on and took off onto the hot asphalt to the restaurant. Your brief, cool relief was over. The burning asphalt seared your skin and stabbed into you. It was pure torture.
Isabel’s mom walked along enjoying the warm sun and she could almost hear the sizzling of the freshly crushed bug’s guts on the roadway, causing her to smile to herself and step down hard and twist causing the sizzling to crescendo. The motion almost sealing your fate to always remain as this woman’s sole stain.
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