Friday Fictioneers: Tiny Lawsuit

Joan pointed to the spice holder on the table that looked like a tiny shopping cart, ‘This is darling. Where did you get it?’

‘My husband made it, he’s only a foot tall you see so takes it when he does the grocery shopping.’

‘Only a foot tall?’

‘Yes,’ said Sheila. ‘He used to work for a mad scientist who zapped him with a shrink ray.’

‘You should have sued.’

‘We did but Dr Insanity had no money. In the end all we got was a shed full of radioactive super-monkeys.’

‘Typical,’ said Joan and both ladies sipped their tea.

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Based on the prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Friday Fictioneers.