|Copyright-Dawn Q. Landau|
They say Giants once walked on this earth before their race died out leaving traces behind. Only he remained with his songs of lament by the shore. A pod of wandering whales went by and spread them across the seas. Until one day he stood rooted on the spot as his life ebbed away with the tide. The salty breeze and passage of time eroded what remained. You can see the outline of his foot where they made a pink tower. It collapsed after the earth moved. When the wind whistles through the ruins you can hear him singing again.
Witten for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100