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.
One man, a baker from the corner of 5th, ran. He broke cover, sprinting across the open concrete of the high school parking lot. A terrible mistake. giant girl games
The giant girl’s head swiveled. A slow smile spread across her face. “You’re fast.” He watched as she leaned down, her long
Leo’s phone buzzed. A mass text from the emergency broadcast system: DO NOT RUN. DO NOT AGGITATE. SHE SEEMS TO THINK THIS IS A GAME. AVOID HER LINE OF SIGHT. Her fingers, huge and surprisingly careful, placed a
A siren wailed somewhere near the river. Leo saw a tiny police cruiser, lights flashing, trying to rally on the overpass. The giant girl’s eyes, each one the size of a swimming pool, tracked the sound.
“You’re ‘It’ now, little guy,” she said, and with a flick of her wrist, sent the car tumbling gently— gently —into the net of the high school’s football goalpost.