Drabble: The Last Giant

A giant was passing. I’d not seen one for many years. Pulling my car over, I parked, and leaving the airconditioned interior, entered the hot, summer day. I had been driving up the spiraling road of a mountain when I noticed the nearly invisible figure crossing the horizon. He was so far away that he was tinted blue like the sky, like a ghost. The calves of his legs already dipped under the curve of the earth, and I stood there, leaning against my car, until his hoary head sunk beneath the distant hills. I’d not see another giant again.