(I’m not happy with this backstory much so might change it later or add more detail).
‘I met one, a giant.’
Crazy Mary told him,
expression distant,
no gloating or malice.
‘A child one, but still
almost as tall as a tree.
He was hiding in the forest,
scared but prepared for death.
His family had come down
from the clouds to scout the land
but had their beanstalk
chopped down immediately.
His parents were killed,
his sibling drowned as they ran,
and he’d lived in the forest since,
too scared to use his beans
and create a beacon to his location.
He gave me them.’
She shifted at this,
making Jack wonder at her honesty,
but didn’t voice it.
‘He stayed there for years,
but then he had to start
crouching not to peek out
above the trees.
One day I went and he was gone.
I never saw him again.’
Scribbled Thoughts 