It is preposterous to suggest that giants still roam the Earth.
Any reports that say otherwise must be treated like a showman who insists that the monkey stitched to the fishtail is a mermaid or else as lunacy to match the worst inmate of Bedlam.
The Challenger Expedition? Poppycock, from start to finish. And these footprints are more of the same.
All this talk of great beasts wandering in the jungles, tall as trees, is mere local superstition. The deaths are easily explained. The claw and tooth marks may be distinctive, but that is no reason to jump to such conclusions. Surely it may only be some as-yet undiscovered feline species? The jungles of South America hold many unexplained things.
But certainly not dinosaurs.
The idea that they are coming for us – for the cities – is the most ludicrous idea of all.
There is no reason to be afraid.
Word Count: 149
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Yinglan for providing the prompt photo!