Looking beyond the dust, that mountain range changed to a n***d colored man lying against the horizon. His feet were bare, pointed straight up, his toes fat, dark drops against the grainy sky. This was a giant man. When I squinted and blinked against the dust, I recognized Leroy’s profile. I recognized his sharp nose, square jaw and forehead. Yet even though I recognized him I felt nothing, only numbness. How does one register the impossible?
Dust twirled off of his feet and head into miniature tornadoes, lifting off and carrying debris. Dust rolled along Leroy’s arms and legs, rolling like an ocean wave. The stampeding sound had grown louder and it was coming from Leroy. He was growing, plowing through the earth as he grew wider and taller, crushing everything in his path.
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