Cream

 

It made sense at the time.

She’d gotten the free sample and loved how it worked on her farm-worn hands, so she ordered the full-sized jar of foot and heel cream.

At first, she didn’t notice it, but within a few weeks it was unavoidably apparent.

Her fingers were shrinking.

It couldn’t be the cream, could it? No, that was ridiculous. Even though it was marketed for certain body parts, it was just cream.

One night, she sat straight up in bed, horrified.

She remembered what had happened to her Aunt Verna when she used eye cream on her elbows.