Instalment One Hundred and Forty Nine

As soon as they saw the sign, folks would laugh. Point, laugh and pay their money then laugh and point some more. 

The World’s Tallest Dwarf and The World’s Shortest Giant.

“It’s just gonna be someone normal” The joke every. single. person. made.

But it wasn’t funny, not for the two people on the sign. You knew the second you saw them. You know if you are looking at a dwarf, height is not the signifier, it’s something about the ratio of the arms and legs to the body. She was a very tall dwarf but a dwarf all the same. Same went for him, extraordinary growth of the hands and head, just short. And the voice, he had a giant’s voice. He was the average height of a woman in Hungary, and she was as tall a man from India. Five five and five five. They saw eye to eye on one thing, it wasn’t a double act so much as a double double curse. Being different in any way is tough enough. You want to fit in. But these two, dwarves undermined her and giants overlooked him.

In time they wed.

“Dwarf Giant marries Giant Dwarf.”

Everyone laughed.