Jack stored the cloth
in the bottom of his rucksack,
feeling it lift the straps
from his shoulders,
cutting into his armpits
in a bid for freedom.
He was useless with a needle
so decided he would
cut it into strips
and tie them around
his waist, legs and arms
when the time came.
He left the dead giant,
his next move
forming in his mind
and making him sigh with guilt.
He needed to steal.
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