the cruel giant
The giant is only visible as a silhouette on the city skyline. He shows himself as a shadow in the spaces between buildings.
The giant’s hand is large enough to pick up two taxicabs at once. He plucks the taxis right off the street and raises them to the height of a skyscraper.
The giant squeezes the cars in his massive fist.
A warm rain of gasoline and blood is falling on Montreal.