Giant
The giant came over the hills, his axe as lengthy as the oak trees in the playground stumbled upon. Amid the outrage and terror, someone called the mayor. The police put their hands to their guns, waiting.
The giant chopped down a tree first, carving it, whittling it down into the mayor’s likeness. This pleased the townsfolk, convinced them. They gave him cement, metal, wood, anything to build. “More, more,” they shouted as he built their buildings and streets.
He left as quickly as he came, taking only the axe. Maybe the next town, he thought, would be more welcoming.
From Guest Contributor E. M. Foster
E. M. is a fiction writer from Florida. She is currently preparing for a Master’s of Studies at the University of Cambridge, St. Edmund’s. She is a reader for Farside Review and Sepia Journal and a writer for Coffee House Writers. Her work has been published in The Aurora Journal, Sledgehammer Lit, and others.
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