The huge finger withdrew, but the fingertip commenced to rattling the windowsills in the wall of the balcony. This sharp clutter elicited some swearing from the unruly heap.
I raise my head and grin at the city in the distance. Oh, it's lovely, these clever little specks and their enduring hives.
It wasn't the cartoons of giant women that convinced Olin McIntyre, though those piqued his imagination. They were interesting, mildly, but that's it.
But he looked good, he hoped. Right before some of the skyscrapers shattered and crumpled, he glimpsed his own reflection.
"Her foot? It was cute from a distance, like when we came around the corner, but something that huge? Yeah, that's kinda scary. You could see the sun shining on her skin and her muscles working beneath it."
She'd rarely noticed the sun, except for the shapely shadow she cast, looming over the village of tiny people.
"Oh-ho! That, I can't do!" The knight swung his sword overhead in flashing arcs. "I've been set on a quest to dispatch the ugly, destructive giants around here!"
""I understand, Dr. Sparks, really, I do. You had some inspiration in the middle of the night, and you looked up only the research that would support your cockamamie premise."
"Goddamn it, muse! Where are you!" My voice echoes sharply off the stucco walls, the exposed ceiling beams. The only response is the muted roar of Parisian traffic...
"There was a more direct route right through a mountain pass, which has been haunted by a giantess with the taste for men," said the bartender.