Go Chase
A mosaic fairytale for my father
The giant
BA-DUM BA-DUm BA-DUM! Booming, rhythmic, hammering the air along with the thump of his ogre feet. My father is a giant, he is tall and strong: invincible. He strides with his giant legs. Fast but not so fast that he will catch me. His arm stretched out, his hand a huge fist, thundering behind me in enormous strides BA-DUM BA-DUm and I am squealing with terror, and sprung inside with mirth and joy — running away and turning back to make my sticky-out-tonguiest faces — he pursues, he pursues, he chases my childish delight. Relentless.
Chased after her
Chased by the wolf, he has eaten my family, and I am tiny, my little toes wiggling to provoke his appetite. The hall is dark and long and huge, the windows are each six small panes of dirty glass in dark blue frames, that lift like hatches to adventure. The wolf has eaten all that loves me and keeps me safe, and now he wants my small big toe for dessert. I scramble up, scraping at the paint on the rusted window frames, but he’s right behind me, there is no escape, that big bad old wolf will get me in the end. His jaws are wide and slathering — gaping up to reach my foot, teeth about to crunch on tasty toe flesh — I am screaming and scrabbling — but then Daddy comes to save me. He catches me up in a giant safe cuddle, and I know it will be okay…
