"Don't get too close," whispered the father. "They'll bite."
He grabbed his son's shoulders with both hands, steering him to the far side of the path. Where it was bright and safe.
The rocky soil was broken in some places. He'd seen movement inside, quick and subtle. Almost invisible. 'Bugs,' he thought, grimacing in disgust.
"Don't let them see you," whispered the mother. "They'll crush."
She held up her hand, signaling for her daughter to stay in the depths of their canyon. Where it was dark and safe.
The giants took big, prolonged steps. Shadows fell upon their land. Rocks were dislodged by the shaking. 'Gods,' she thought, staring in wonder.
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Weirder Things 2
Fantasy12 new stories of weirdness and fantasy, science fiction and horror, and even some dark comedy!
