‘See the Giants shiver and drop-dead? Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!’
‘You’re invisible. Indomitable. Onwards! Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!’
We flexed bulbous fringes, solar corona, marched across the seas.
‘To Amrikaa, India, Russia’, Mr. General ordered.
We hooted, clapped.
Our army marched, descended on shoulders, hands, up nostrils, crawled down chests.
‘Yeah!’ Chief said, ‘look at those Giants collapsing, piled on top of each other, in mass graves they dig for one another!’
We thundered, raised war cries; multiplied, morphed, entered new territories.
We continued viral conquests!
Mandira Pattnaik’s writing has appeared most recently in Amsterdam Quarterly, ToastedCheese, Splonk, Bending Genres, Citron Review, Spelk, EllipsisZine and Heavy Feather Review, among other places. She is a BOTN 2020 Nominee for fiction.