Vulgarities II - Three Crooked Conclusions
Brady spent the rest of his day numb. He could feel nothing but the relentless bending and slamming of the foot on top of him, as his body bent and flattened with the giant's every step. He wasn't even aware of how terribly Tony's foot stank any more. The man's grimy white sole had almost fused to his skin in the hours he had spent beneath it, struggling to wheeze through the cracks of the man's toes.
He was limp and hopeless. In his mind's eye he played this morning's horrible scene over and over again, when he lost his only friend to the same boot that now imprisoned him. When that image was exhausted, he remembered a story he was told just days before, about a man the giants used to own, named Floater. Brady had never met Floater but he imagined that he could hear the poor soul screaming for mercy as Tony bent over his filthy toilet and dropped the tiny man inside with a 'plop', then unzipped his fly with that bone-chilling crocodile grin that the giant always wore.
Brady spent the rest of his day numb. He could feel nothing but the relentless bending and slamming of the foot on top of him, as his body bent and flattened with the giant's every step. He wasn't even aware of how terribly Tony's foot stank any more. The man's grimy white sole had almost fused to his skin in the hours he had spent beneath it, struggling to wheeze through the cracks of the man's toes.
He was limp and hopeless. In his mind's eye he played this morning's horrible scene over and over again, when he lost his only friend to the same boot that now imprisoned him. When that image was exhausted, he remembered a story he was told just days before, about a man the giants used to own, named Floater. Brady had never met Floater but he imagined that he could hear the poor soul screaming for mercy as Tony bent over his filthy toilet and dropped the tiny man inside with a 'plop', then unzipped his fly with that bone-chilling crocodile grin that the giant always wore.