I’d heared of him; he lived in the hills above our town. “Don’t you go there,” our mother would say. “He’ll eat you up and gobble you down.”
We thought him a gobelin or ogre or such, created out of the minds of our unmodernised parents. We didn’t believe he were real. Not till Sasha disappeared that day.
“That’ll be Gargantua has caught ‘er and munched ‘er.” our brother Tad said.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Ma scolded. Yet I could see she were shaking, head to toe.
She shook yet more when they brought down the bones.
96 word for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Gargantuan