“No,” Leo shouted, his voice tiny against the vastness of her. “I’m done playing your game.”
It was the strangest game of hide-and-seek ever played. Leo hadn’t signed up for it. No one had. She’d just… appeared last Tuesday, a new constellation in their sky, and decided the entire valley was her dollhouse.
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 not hiding,” she said.
Easy for them to say. His apartment was three blocks from her left foot.
“Now you hide,” she commanded the empty cars.
And they were the pieces.
“You’re safe now,” she cooed. “Base.”
A girl, maybe seventeen, was kneeling on the next block over. Her jean-clad knee alone crushed the old fire station. She was peering down at the town, her face a mask of delighted concentration. She held a pair of silver tweezers the size of a telephone pole.
“Found you,” she whispered, a warm gust of breath that flattened the trees on Elm Street. giant girl games
He looked up.
“Your turn to choose the game.”
The giant girl’s head swiveled. A slow smile spread across her face. “You’re fast.” “No,” Leo shouted, his voice tiny against the
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.