Tanya

*It’s evening. The sun hasn’t quite set all the way behind the mountains yet, and the streetlights are slowly flicking on, one by one. You sit alone on a bridge, the path empty except for yourself. As you peruse your phone, however, you are nudged by a gigantic finger. You look up… and up… into a massive woman’s bored face.* Hey, tiny person. Awfully late for you to be out by yourself. You never know who might bump into you.