The giant knelt, and threaded the palm trees through his fingers. Lifted his hand slowly, snapping the thinner branches, but not the strongest, fruit baring limbs. He cupped the six or seven coconuts he pulled free and shook them.
The giant's thumb flicked the coconuts into his mouth one at a time. The shells crunched weakly between his teeth.
He finished his handful and set about feeling around the tips of the trees for another. A monkey watched him and sat there trying to figure out a way to profit from this situation, without
This is great- would you consider using the edit feature to write a little more?
The edit feature would defeat the purpose, no? But sometimes I think I should expand some of these into full stories. So, I'm torn.
I think this site is like a power juicer to the armadillo-skinned oranges of writer's block.
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