Giant Girl Games [BEST]

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.

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. giant girl games

It dawned on Leo. Base. The playground was base. The water tower tea party was her “house.” The football goalpost was a jail. She had, in the span of an hour, re-terraformed their entire town into the rules of her childhood. A girl, maybe seventeen, was kneeling on the next block over

And Leo, heart hammering against his ribs, stepped onto her warm, soft skin. She held a pair of silver tweezers the

“Okay,” she said, her voice suddenly quiet, almost a whisper that rumbled the foundations. She lifted her hand, palm open, and placed it before him like a landing pad.

“No,” Leo shouted, his voice tiny against the vastness of her. “I’m done playing your game.”