"Dariant Takes a Stroll"
Part Four
They could feel the vibrations shake their scaffold long before he appeared. Every couple of seconds the tremors grew in intensity. The shorter of the two men noticed him first, in the reflection of the window he had just cleaned. This was a shorter building compared to most the ones around them, only thirty stories tall. Presently, they were about the eighth story up. Slowly, the shorter man turned himself around to face the colossus. "H-hey Stevey," No reply from his friend, whose ears were tuned in only to the music pumping through his headphones as he squeegeed a section of window in front of him. "Stevey!" The shorter man was frantically slapping at his coworker's arm now.
Annoyed, the taller man pushed one earphone aside and turned his head to the shorter man, a look of feigned interest on his face. "What is it now, Bill? If you gotta take a piss again, just hold it, I told ya ta go before we started dis side of da building."
The shorter man shook his head, a look of pure terror on his face, "I don't think that's a problem I gotta worry about no more." He glanced down to his own piss soaked leg.
"Afternoon gentlemen, nice day for washing windows, wouldn't you say." The voice boomed down from somewhere above and the sun seemed to be overclouded. It was in the corner of his eye now. Just at the edge of his awareness, and Steve Gill refused to accept it. It just wasn't even possible. A thigh, a hairy, goddamn thigh bigger than his whole body. "Perhaps you two could wash my balls for me," a deep laugh roared above their heads. He had to look. He didn't want to look, but he had to.
"Jesus, mother of god! What da fuck, man!
"Not quite," Dariant said in a sarcastic tone.
Part Four
They could feel the vibrations shake their scaffold long before he appeared. Every couple of seconds the tremors grew in intensity. The shorter of the two men noticed him first, in the reflection of the window he had just cleaned. This was a shorter building compared to most the ones around them, only thirty stories tall. Presently, they were about the eighth story up. Slowly, the shorter man turned himself around to face the colossus. "H-hey Stevey," No reply from his friend, whose ears were tuned in only to the music pumping through his headphones as he squeegeed a section of window in front of him. "Stevey!" The shorter man was frantically slapping at his coworker's arm now.
Annoyed, the taller man pushed one earphone aside and turned his head to the shorter man, a look of feigned interest on his face. "What is it now, Bill? If you gotta take a piss again, just hold it, I told ya ta go before we started dis side of da building."
The shorter man shook his head, a look of pure terror on his face, "I don't think that's a problem I gotta worry about no more." He glanced down to his own piss soaked leg.
"Afternoon gentlemen, nice day for washing windows, wouldn't you say." The voice boomed down from somewhere above and the sun seemed to be overclouded. It was in the corner of his eye now. Just at the edge of his awareness, and Steve Gill refused to accept it. It just wasn't even possible. A thigh, a hairy, goddamn thigh bigger than his whole body. "Perhaps you two could wash my balls for me," a deep laugh roared above their heads. He had to look. He didn't want to look, but he had to.
"Jesus, mother of god! What da fuck, man!
"Not quite," Dariant said in a sarcastic tone.