Fight the Crowd
Frank was a big guy. Well over six feet and built like an oak dresser, nobody much bothered with him. It made his job, a bouncer at a small club, that much easier. Frank’s size made everyone just a little uneasy.
But try telling that to the tiny imps scaling him like the Alps. They didn’t use their hands to climb. They used their mouths, swinging upwards in a way that seemed to defy gravity. If they had been just a little slower, Frank would have had time to feel fear for the first time since he was a child.