Fear II

“I’m not sure about this…”

The dialogue between these two is in my head, begging to be written. Too bad real life beckons. Maybe later!

Later…

“What are you unsure about?”

“Meeting your parents. I’m sure they never thought you’d marry someone like me.”

“There’s still time, you know?”

“What?! What do you mean? Don’t you want to marry me?”

“I want nothing else in the world. It’s the only thing I can think of right now. But you have to be sure. My parents plan to move here, and they will visit often. Even oftener when we start having children. Either way, they are here, so it’s too late to do anything but smile and talk to them. C’mon, they don’t bite.”

“But you do.”

“Shh!”

“They do know we have sex, right? All the time? Day and night? You did mention that, didn’t you?”

“Incredibly, I did not. Not once. I doubt they want to imagine such a thing, when a child of theirs is the one doing it.”

“I know, I know. I’m just… what if they don’t like me?”

“They will love you. Like I do. No, not like I do, with all the nakedness, and the sex. They will just love you. You are lovable.”

“What if they take one look at me, vomit, storm off, and decide to disinherit you?”

“Then I will marry you twice.”

“OK, OK.”

“Remember when we met?”

“How can I forget?”

“Who would have thought a man so small, and a woman so tall, could fall in love?”

“Hasn’t it happened before?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. All you hear in the news is the bad news. ‘Woman eats her husband to get to his money’, or “man poisons giantess wife and sells her eggs to bio lab; had gambling problem”, and shit like that.”

“But we’re not like that.”

“No, we are not. We don’t gamble.”

“Or taste yummy.”

“You taste delicious to me.”

“…”

“I’ll tell you a little story, OK? Our story, and then you’ll go out and meet them. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

“Once upon a time there was a very small man. He only measured two inches in height. He came from one of the tiny villages in the Dump, outside of town, away from all the big people, but not from all the noise. There were always trucks arriving at the dump, unloading heavy truckfuls of garbage, junk no giant wanted; but all that junk was perfect building material for the tinies. They made their homes with that wood, that metal, that fabric. All that broken glass could be reused; all that plastic, repurposed. It was a good life, a purposeful life. But the little guy was lonely. None of the little women in town caught his eye. He wanted something more.

Miles away, there lived a woman. A lonely woman. She worked with special children every day, and at the end of every day she would come home to an empty house. She wanted more than that. She wanted someone, but every giant she dated was ridiculous. One always talked about his money, and properties. One was a musician who thought only other musicians were smart. One was a criminal who tried to drug her, and hurt her. The worst one was the liar. The liar that made her like him. She fell for him, but found him out just in time. Now she wanted something else.

One day, the little man left town. He claimed he was going for a walk, but in his rucksack he packed enough crumbs for several days, and enough drops of water for many incursions into thirst. His parents knew of his hunger for adventure, and his dissatisfaction with life. They looked at each other, and whispered to each other, “I hope he brings back a wife.”

That same day, the tall woman left her house. She claimed to no one in particular she was going for a walk, and it was absolutely true. But despite the fact that it was a beautiful day, and the sun shone, and every one said hi to her, she was distracted, and kept looking down at the ground, as though she was trying to count cracks in the pavement.

He had walked for two days, and she had walked for thirty minutes, when they saw each other. She had spotted a crick- a member of the Gryllidae family, a tiny brown one, and she delighted in spying its cute hopping when her eyes settled on his manly figure. He stood in place, transfixed by her face. She forgot about the bug, and fixed her eyes on him. They both smiled at the same time, and when she knelt down to take a closer look, and he craned his neck to take a closer smell, they knew they had found each other.”

“Oh, honey… that was beautiful.”

“It’s just how it happened. And yes, it was. Are you ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Very well. Now, open up your hands, so I can get out. I’m still naked, you know? My parents should’t see me like this.”

She giggled. Oh, how she loved him. For him, she could face tiny parents. She could face anything.

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11 thoughts on “Fear II

  1. I’m going to take a wild guess and say he’s afraid to leave those warm, comfy hands. Can’t really blame him. But the giantess needs her hands to do things and stuff, so she’s going to have to leave him for a while. Don’t worry, little guy, you’ll get back in there sooner or later.

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    • It could have gone that way. It nearly did, but something in the back of my head kept nagging me, and it turned out differently. But I love it your way as well.

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  2. There, this is an adorable, affectionate story. Trust and faith are strong in these two, glued by their real love for each other. I laughed at the end because I’d started out getting the voices confused, and then I had to reread it with the right voices. Which is excellent! It goes to show that at any point, either the giantess or the tiny little guy takes the fore and shows the strength to comfort the other. It’s not a one-way street at all, and that’s wonderful to see. This is a very clever and sweet story that I enjoy reliving.

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    • Thank you! That is exactly right. When I finished writing it, I fully felt the sappiness of it, but I love it. Sometimes I really love sappy stuff, and those two will remain that way forever. They will always comfort each other, and give each other strength. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂

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