Flash Fiction

The day was hot, sultry too as it is always in Madland. A tall steepling figure wizened his brow, started writing down the solution. He kept writing and writing 20 times, finally went over, hunched and met a tiny little figure and asked it, it told him and he was stuck forever . That tiny thing slowly started consuming the giant. Gonzalez felt helpless, struggled, but no he was hooked. Who is to blame, Gulliver or Liliput ?