ARRvol34 master reduced - Flipbook - Page 52
A giant mass of nightfall, an intermittent static facilitating the
bodice of a giant tent with limbs that weren’t limbs, blinked at me
with hoary, puckered eyes, and opened its’ fleapit
“333##44-4-.”
I blinked.
“44#59ad9_____fdiiel.”
I stared at the mass, my body trembled.
“FIIIIIdel11ty?” it lifted only what could be discerned as a hand
toward me.
The mass sank its feet into the carpeted floor, sinking as quickly
as it was rising beyond the confines of the hall. I cackled as dread
held my feet to the floor, my limbs shaking.
It stood before me, a six-foot-tall globule of fur and sticks and
static and children and toenail clippers and everything as a whole
emphatically manipulating the air to stand still. I wonder, how on
earth it must feel, to be at home, married, with Todd, in this moment, as it felt as if my eyelids were being skinned.
I had to watch its hand glazing into itself, pulling something out
of it—a pair of toenail clippers.
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The Porch Giant slithered and stomped and zipped toward me
with them—clip…clip…I flung myself backwards against the blinds.
Worms grew from its hair, slinking, writhing along the floor as it
pursued me, inch by inch. The whole room shook even though nothing in it moved besides the Giant. I pressed myself to the blinds on
top of the reflection of myself and watched the nail clippers being
tapped, growing tenfold in size…
