Two Children Who Want to Drive Off a Cliff

An eight-foot-tall man runs upon a narrow dirt path through a dense jungle. The jungle is very dark and smells like death. It’s filled with the squealing sounds of imagibeasts. Soon the man emerges from the jungle into the bright daylight. He continues running. The path ascends the side of a mountain. Halfway up the mountain a car is pulled to the shoulder of the path. The man, being so tall, reaches the car in no time. Two children lean against the driver’s side door of the black muscle car. A girl and a boy. They look about seven. The man, sweaty and mildly exerted, approaches the two children. The boy wears a stained white t-shirt and oversized jeans. He is smoking an unfiltered cigarette and smells like cheap whiskey. The girl is dressed so scantily it makes the tall man nervous to look at her.

“Need some help?” The man mops sweat from his brow with a giant hand.

“Fuck yeah.” The boy pulls a flask from his hip pocket and takes a slug.

“What’s the problem?”

“Fuckin broke down, old man.”

The man does not like this boy at all. He wants to smack him around but he’s just a kid. The girl is now giving herself a tattoo with a pocketknife. It’s a big, crooked bloody heart around her bellybutton.

“Where you kids going?”

“Top of the hill.” The boy points to the top of the hill.

“That’s a drop off up there. You’ll go right into the ocean.”

“Yeah. We know that. Think you can help us?”

Of course the man can help. Being eight feet tall, he can do just about anything.

“Open her up,” he tells the boy.

The boy tosses his cigarette onto the dirt road, opens the door, and pops the hood.

The tall man grabs some grass and dirt and shoves it randomly throughout the engine. “Oughtta do it,” he says.

“Get in the car, bitch,” the boy barks at the girl. She obediently runs around to the passenger side and gets in.

“I really wouldn’t advise driving off that cliff,” the man warns them.

“We’re fuckin’ goin off that cliff. We’re in love.”

The boy fires up the engine and shoots up the side of the mountain. The man doesn’t know why the path goes all the way to the cliff. He wonders why there isn’t some kind of warning sign at the end of the road. Maybe it is made for this purpose. He runs after the car. The car flies off the cliff and the man brings himself to a stop before going over himself. The car tumbles end over end until it crashes into the water. The man takes a deep breath and runs back down the path and into the dark jungle.