The giant girl’s head swiveled. A slow smile spread across her face. “You’re fast.”
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
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.
“You’re not hiding,” she said.
And they were the pieces.
And Leo, heart hammering against his ribs, stepped onto her warm, soft skin. The giant girl’s head swiveled
He looked up.