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There are giants in the world. They& #39;re rare, but not unheard of, and you& #39;ve seen a couple out on the horizon above corn stalks and summer heat haze. From a distance they& #39;re like any other fairytale; remote, happening to someone else.
Then you moved to the city. Things changed.
Then you moved to the city. Things changed.
One of the giants lived locally to your new home. You caught her name in conversation in a coffee shop one day, read reports of her passing through in a morning newspaper on another.
Photographs didn& #39;t do her justice, you were told. In newsprint she still seemed almost mythical.
Photographs didn& #39;t do her justice, you were told. In newsprint she still seemed almost mythical.
One day you met her and she was real in ways you couldn& #39;t have imagined.
Standing at a crosswalk in the inner city, you felt her approach first. Faint tremors and the wobble of parked cars with a rhythm unlike an earthquake. Thud, THUD. You turned your head the wrong way, the sound crazed and distorted by the densely packed apartments.
You looked back to check the light to cross and there she was. Towering casually, oblivious to the stark impossibility of her contrasted against a world somehow lessened by her presence.
She was quite simply More than you, obvious in a primal way. You swallowed.
She was quite simply More than you, obvious in a primal way. You swallowed.
A blouse that could clothe hundreds, a skirt bigger than any Big Top (you& #39;d giggle madly at the comparison later) and dangling from the vixen& #39;s left hand a pair of boots which could park a bus inside with room to spare. Considerate to those beneath her, she& #39;d taken them off.
Like a drumbeat against the skin of the earth she moved slowly and deliberately, pavement crazing and splitting under her passage. You watched, dry-mouthed, as the tendons and densely packed might in her padded soles and ankles shifted and rippled under glossy black fur.
Thud, THUD. She approached, peering down. You might have tried to talk to her if she were your height, but now? As if she& #39;d notice your petty squeaking.
The lights changed. She stopped at the intersection, the tips of her claws grinding furrows in the white markings on the road.
The lights changed. She stopped at the intersection, the tips of her claws grinding furrows in the white markings on the road.
Time to cross. Toward her. Into her shadow. Again, that fleeting realization of reality asserting itself, her sheer presence bending your little city in weird ways. You crossed, the eyes of drivers on the colossus& #39; calves rather than the lights.
You stared up, too.
You stared up, too.
Your foot found the concrete kerb, tripping you forward. Stumbling gracelessly you dove headfirst against a trash can, knocking it flying and scattering its contents.
She looked down. At you. Her pointed muzzle partly eclipsed by her shoulder, her expression was inscrutable.
She looked down. At you. Her pointed muzzle partly eclipsed by her shoulder, her expression was inscrutable.
Nobody dared hit their horn when the lights changed and she didn& #39;t move. The vixen crouched slowly, one hand on the roof of the corner building you& #39;d narrowly avoided braining yourself on.
You could hear the plaintive crunch of concrete from the pressure of her fingers.
You could hear the plaintive crunch of concrete from the pressure of her fingers.
Low as she could crouch down, poised on her toes and with her skirt tucked between her calves and thighs, the vixen dropped her boots on the street. Like a building demolition, one slowly teetered over, gained speed and obliterated a parked car with a muffled crunch.
Her hand free, she reached for you - for you! - with long fingers spread and dark pads blotting out the sky beyond. You froze. She pinched your sides. Gently. You still felt like two leather-clad trucks were pressing into your ribs.
Effortlessly, she picked you up.
Effortlessly, she picked you up.
Your legs dangled fruitlessly; you might have begged, you don& #39;t recall. The sidewalk hit your feet unsteadily as she set you down.
You dared to look up.
A billboard smile pinned you in place - amusement written in teeth longer than your arm. You flinched.
You dared to look up.
A billboard smile pinned you in place - amusement written in teeth longer than your arm. You flinched.
Her breath was warm, and the air behind it faintly humid with all the deep machinery of life at work. Mint, though. A tang of mint stung the corners of your eyes as she spoke. Softly, whispering, blasting your ears back against your skull.
"New in town, cutie?"
"New in town, cutie?"
She stood again. Carved a phone number in the asphalt next to you with her fingertip, and left. THUD, thud...
And that& #39;s how you got picked up by a giant.
And that& #39;s how you got picked up by a giant.
Very tall, barefoot vixen totally coincidentally on @MisterDoD& #39;s birthday. ;>
