My Fence Is Electric

2. A Giant Emerges

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A Giant Emerges

He was in the loft, drilling down through the ceiling. She balanced on a ladder below, marking the points his drill bit burst through. The dust rained down, a mini waterfall, into her eyes. I like you this way, she thought. I like the idea of you. A disembodied voice. You are the dream of a husband I once had and remember fondly. She imagined locking the loft hatch, trying to keep him this way; knowing he would kick his way through the plasterboard ceiling, a foot emerging in a cloud of dust, a giant coming down from the skies.