Giant Girl Games -

And Leo, heart hammering against his ribs, stepped onto her warm, soft skin.

“Now you hide,” she commanded the empty cars. giant girl games

“No,” Leo shouted, his voice tiny against the vastness of her. “I’m done playing your game.” And Leo, heart hammering against his ribs, stepped

“Found you,” she whispered, a warm gust of breath that flattened the trees on Elm Street. “I’m done playing your game

He watched as she leaned down, her long brown hair sweeping over Main Street like a slow-motion avalanche, scooping up a dozen parked cars. She arranged them in a neat circle in the empty lot by the mall. A tea party. Her fingers, huge and surprisingly careful, placed a water tower in the center like a sugar bowl.

Leo felt a strange, cold courage. He stepped out his front door. He walked—didn’t run—straight toward the playground. The giant girl’s gaze fell on him like a physical weight. Her eyes narrowed, curious.