Footprints in the Sand

It's only spring but the bottoms of my feet are already burning hot against the golden sand.
I look down and wriggle my toes in the sand enjoying the feeling of it trickling between them.
I start to skip along the beach happily. After going about 1km I stopped, exhausted and looked at my surroundings. I saw a footprint the size of a bus.
Then I saw another footprint, and another! They were just appearing every where! I couldn't see what was making them. I started to follow them and they just kept going!
Then whatever was making them turned around and headed toward me! I ran back the way I came. I could've sworn my side was splitting open, my stitch was that bad.
Then I tripped and fell over, I felt a giant hand slide around my chest, then it all went black...

By Taylor

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