He looked up along with everyone else on the sidewalk. There she was, looking down on them with a curious gleam in her eyes. But that's not what he saw.
He saw a goddess with taut, lightly bronzed fields of skin; gorgeous, mountainous breasts whose vastness was barely contained by her top; a long, flowing forest of silky, brown hair so immense that it blew only gently in the strong winds only those heights experience. The sole floating above him was unbelievably smooth and the foot perfectly proportioned. He saw power incarnate, he saw beauty made flesh, and he saw the indifferent ravages of the universe personified. To see her was a spiritual experience for him.
For her, seeing the throng of little people underneath her foot was nothing special at all.
"Say your prayers, tinies."
He prayed to her, asking to spend the rest of his life with her. She unknowingly granted it seconds later. Her foot crashed down on the crowd, grinding everyone under the warm, soft skin of her sole.
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