Huh? Not making any sense? Because of the nature of these little flash fiction vignettes, I thought it would be helpful to index previous back stories and journal entries. Although Artiste’s tales are non-linear, it can help to read some pages in groups by threads of associated content. Of course you could just read them randomly, and trust that it will all come together at some point.

The beginning back story is always a great place to start:
• The Artiste Gullible back story

For this particular installment it also may help to read: (Something random?)

↓ Transcript
[image] A lonely giant, sits half embedded into the side of a mountain waiting silently for the love of his life.

[text] Giants are uncomfortable with their size. It is not surprising that they should feel this way since giants range in magnitude from extremely large men to mountainous wonders. Despite their size, most giants are naturally meek and good natured, and do not like to call attention to themselves. Given a choice, a giant will sit peacefully for eons without moving rather than conspicuously marching about parading their
immensity for the world to see.

Blessed with a curiously slow metabolism for such great size; a giant will often open its mouth, and wait for a passing bear to hibernate rather than hunt for game. A single seasonal swallow will fill its stomach with bats, snakes, salamanders, as well as the occasional tender spelunker.

About the only thing that causes a giant grief is loneliness. They will sit, and scan the horizon seemingly forever waiting (mostly in vain) for any sign of an approaching mate. Since giantesses are also very comfortable sitting, and waiting. Most of their race petrify before finding a love that can satisfy their hunger for acceptance.

When a lonely giant groans in his melancholy longing for someone to hold, the ground shakes, rocks split, and volcano’s tremble in the shared empathetic ache for a love larger than life.