The Giants Will Walk Again

I came across a fallen man whose height must have been as the sky. His remains were of iron, and the old writings were on his chest. What was written, I cannot say, for I am not an educated man. I lifted a stone and threw it against him; he rang hollowly. I suppose no one knows why the old things like these are dead. They must have been awful to see. Can you imagine such a giant striding across the desert?

Such great things are now passed, and you think me a crazed old man to tell stories of them, but I know what is buried in those ancient sands. Someday, I warn, the sands will shift, and something not quite dead will remember itself; then we will see the giants walking again.

Drabble: The Last Giant