Easy for them to say. His apartment was three blocks from her left foot.
The entire town held its breath. The giant girl tilted her head. For a long, terrible second, her face was unreadable. Then, the smile returned—not the playful, condescending grin of before, but something smaller. Real.
“Now you hide,” she commanded the empty cars. giant girl games
A girl, maybe seventeen, was kneeling on the next block over. Her jean-clad knee alone crushed the old fire station. She was peering down at the town, her face a mask of delighted concentration. She held a pair of silver tweezers the size of a telephone pole.
“Ready or not!” she boomed, her voice a gentle hurricane. “Here I come!” Easy for them to say
And they were the pieces.
She didn’t grab him. Instead, she lowered her open palm, flat against the ground, creating a wall of flesh and bone. The baker skidded to a halt, trapped. Then, with one enormous index finger, she gently booped him. He tumbled backwards, unharmed, into the sandbox of the playground. The giant girl tilted her head
“No,” Leo shouted, his voice tiny against the vastness of her. “I’m done playing your game.”
