A Meeting of Monsters
By Michael L. King
Godzilla would probably have never noticed the relatively tiny, green creature. It was sleeping in the foliage of this small, nameless, otherwise uninhabited, offshore island. Godzilla inadvertently stepped on it.
Godzilla certainly couldn’t comprehend that they both had come here to take a rest from the ceaseless, hounding pursuit and attacks by the fearful masses with their guns, missiles, tanks, planes and bombs!
Had Godzilla stepped just a few feet to one side or the other, they would be blissfully unaware of one another. Now, because of how events played out, they now would never forget each other!
Godzilla had just come ashore out of the tepid ocean water and had intended to take a soothing nap under the warm tropical sun. Unbeknownst to Godzilla, the tiny green creature had exactly the same idea and was already resting on the soft beach sand under the fronds of a swaying palm tree.