I arrived at work this morning and found that, overnight, some giant had left a muddy impression of his right hand in the parking lot.
Why did he do it? Was he just out for a midnight stroll when he took a careless step and tripped, luckily catching himself on his hand just in time? Or did he deliberately leave his handprint there, amusing himself with the thought that, come morning, we regular mortals would be scared out of our wits at the sight?
Or perhaps he was lonely -- and wanted to leave a mark for the world to see, lest he pass away into the night of time, with no one the wiser for all that he had lived.
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