The two giants let go of their embrace and started talking, meanwhile an extreme zoom in below showed me in a chaotic environment. Cindy moving back after the hug was like a planet moving at lightspeed compared to my size. It created a hurricane like gale that almost swept me away like dust. I look up and try yelling and screaming but instead Cindy and grandma’s deep and booming voices threaten to shatter my own ear drums. Nevertheless, my voice is nothing. Even if they were quiet, the sound created by the air vents and ambient noise just drowns out any noise I can make as if I am at a rock concert. Even if all ambient noise was gone and it was dead silent, my voice starts becoming unintelligible squeaks by the time it reaches a giant’s ankle. Even less when I am screaming and yelling in front of a sandal sole that extends like a gigantic cliff face. The “cliff” was lined with tearing brown leather and splotches of dirt that would cover multiple homes. On top of the “cliff” were five mountain-like toes that barely hung over the edge of the sandal sole and on top of them I could make out the underside of her slightly long, red toenails. Even further above are a long distance of legs clad in khaki capris and a blue blouse. Grandma’s face was blurry although I could make out her graying short hair.
I decide my best option is to get help from Grandma. Cindy is just too far away and even if I got to her, she moves her feet too much and I could easily get squished. Grandma moves a lot too, but it is just her toes. Her sandals are staying relatively still. I feel like if I can get close to her, I can climb the sandal sole’s jagged tears in the leather and make my way up. While sprinting towards her, her toes make booming earthquakes as they crash down on her sandals from just wiggling them. I see something out the corner of my eye and my blood runs cold. A whale-sized ant is rushing towards me and I am a slow and easy meal to it. I try my hardest to sprint, but I am so slow relative to insects that have evolved to be efficient at traveling at this size. A teeny tiny ant is about to make a snack out of me!
From above, the older giantess sees a tiny ant in front of her foot. Not liking ant infestations, she callously positions her foot above the ant without even fully lifting her heel while continuing to talk to Cindy. The sky becomes a blackened shade, and a hail of dirt and soot falls as I look up to see a landscape of ridges lined with dirt, grime, and pancaked insect carcasses! The ant seems to notice the change in light and knows something dangerous is nearby, so it takes its simple mind off me and tries to flee but it is too late. The woman slowly lowers her foot but to me it is like a meteor falling.
She believes she crushed a pest but did not realize she also crushed her less than flea-sized grandson as well.
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