The Fight

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Now the giant was accostomed to chasing down his prey and stomping the ground so hard that as he got near, their running footsteps would be be stolen from beneath them. The earth would yield to his boot and his victims would stumble upon themselves in complete terror, trying to get away from him.

He was perpetually amused by the tactics those little humans would employ to escape their doom, which of course, never worked. He thought of those who’d hide in a ditch, betting that his vision was poor (which it was not), and how he’d pulverize the ground until he created new and deeper ditches.

The unfortunates would lose their lives in those shallow graves.

He recalled those who would run:
how futile and frantic
a run can be ran;
how a fight can be won
though it never began.

He prided himself on their 300 steps to his 15
before he’d catch them
and lift them up from the ground
and pull their limbs
like leaves from a stem.

but what this giant did not expect

was a girl,

smaller than his routine mark,
coming straight at him
with eyes so clear
and sharp.

His gait flustered and his vision perplexed.
He did not actually know how to capture something that was not moving

away from him.

 

It was a jarring thought:

“what do I do when something comes at me?”

So jarring, in fact, that he stopped, mid-trot.
His arms fell to his sides and he stood,
towering over the girl,
stupefied by her assault,
amused by her mettle,
entranced by the élan of pocket-sized pluck,
and he began to laugh.

he                       laughed

 and

he                         laughed

and

he                           laughed

 

The girl stopped.

With her heart in her throat and her knees in her toes, she looked straight at him;

there they were, in a ridiculous stand off of befuddled curiosity, when he spoke.

“Girl, where are you from?”

She replied,

“I am from a home

and a gravel road

and earthen trails

and a farther place too,

where all the sky

and all the stars

and all the moons

and suns converge.

I am from a place that is all places

and not one is better than the rest.

Where, Giant, are you from?”

He answered,

“I am from a place underneath all of this

and it is dark

and there is no sound

except the clicking of my eyelids

in search of light.

I think I should like to see

your home

and your gravel roads

and your sky and suns and moons and stars converging.”

said she,

“war no more with me

and I will take you there.”

 

And the world became a bigger place for both of them.

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The End

The Giant

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The girl stood in her steps as the trees parted,
and from behind the curtain of green,
came a very large
and very angry

giant.

He burst forth from the woodland as though he were brushing horseflies from his hips, instead of displacing deep oaks and uprooting ancient aspen.

He stood, ominous against the edge of the smitten wood,
and spotted the girl,
far out in her quaint clearing,
and began marching toward her.

Now the girl – she had never seen a giant before – was in shock.

It was as alarming as a pit bull coming at you from behind a closed gate,
with fangs baring and four legs braiding
in a splay of attack and threat.

Everything stopped.

In that split second
that contains the whirlwind of thought
of all the outcomes
of all the choices
she could ever make

the girl thought:

“If I run, he’ll surely catch me,

If I hide, he’ll surely crush me,

but if I run toward him –

straight at him –

there’s a chance I could see what’s coming at me.

There’s a chance I could dodge

There’s a chance I could dance

There’s a chance in me somewhere.

I know it.”

So with all her might, she dug the balls of her feet into the matted grass and began her clash and blitz against the giant.

It was a raindrop in defiance of the iceberg.
It was a bee in combat with the eagle.

but she ran, with
head down,
eyes up,
fists clenched,
feet pounding –

she ran

straight

into the giant.

 

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…Final Chapter tomorrow!

A side note about story-telling: I’ve recently been reading a lot of allegory, myth, and folklore. So many of these stories seem nonsensical and foreign, outlandish and (in some cases) even pointless. But as I give them breath, and space to mix in my mind, I find my attraction to “tale” is not found in the answer it gives, for rarely are things tied up in neat bows, but rather in the questions that rise up inside me while I read. More than that, these types of stories encourage a willingness in me to live with sensitivity to mystery, without needing absolutes, and in appreciation of universal truth experienced through the vehicle of the absurd.

The Girl

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Once upon a time,

a little girl went for a walk.

She walked far, far out, onto gravel roads and earthen trails, past forests, past lakes, past vast plains and wide fields until new forests began. Eventually, she came to a place that was so far away, she could see ALL the sky, and all the stars, and all moons and suns as they traveled overhead.

She stood there,
under the moons
and the suns
and the stars
and the sky,
and decided she was full.
Full of distance and full of space.
Full of mystery and full of grace.

She held her gaze with the heavens as long as she could
until her breath clouded the air in front of her
and she blinked a long blink of thanksgiving
and thought, “it’s time to go back home.”

 

On her way back home, though, whilst she was walking in wide open country, she fixed her eyes on a distant line of trees that began a dense and shadowed woodland. The trees, that should have been a static silhouette against the sky, stirred only by breeze and birdsong, puzzled her as they began to move in odd and forceful shoves. They were being violently parted, as if a plow was digging it’s way up from beneath them, from root to leaf, and heading toward the clearing.

Those massive ash and elms looked like blades of grass, cleft from the ground up, by a mouse’s track.

She slowed her pace.
She held her breath so it no longer clouded the air in front of her.
She opened her eyes as wide as they could open
because she knew something

big –

something large enough to divide woods and timber –

was about to come out
and into the open…

 

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…Chapter Two tomorrow.