"What's that?" mutters the giant boy, his eyes sweeping over me. He opens the bag and inserts his massive hand. After rummaging through, his fingers find me. I get pinched between his thumb and forefinger; then, he lifts me up.
"What is it?" asks the girl.
"It is a tiny dude," he replies, astonished.
"You mean a toy?" she questions, a confused look on her face.
"No, I mean a real-life person. He can't even be an inch tall." I am dropped into the palm of his hand. I sit up, looking around the huge hand. Each line in his skin stands out to me. He raises me up so that she can see me.
"Oh my God," she exclaims, extending her giant finger to touch me. She presses me down lightly, causing me to fall on to my back. "I can't believe he is real. What do you think happened to him?"
I try to answer for myself, but the boy talks over me, so they don't hear. "I don't know, maybe an experiment went wrong. Either way, I think he is cool."
"I have always wanted a tiny person as a pet. Do you think we can keep him?" she asks. The last thing I want is to become their pet. I stand up, a little shaky on the fleshy surface beneath my feet. Before I can even think about how to get down, he closes his fist around me.
"I mean, I don't see why not," he replies, "Where would this little guy go anyway. He would probably get crushed in less than an hour." Through cracks between his fingers, I can see the bus approaching.
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