‘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.
‘Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!’
Our army marched, descended on shoulders, hands, up nostrils, crawled down chests.
‘Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!’
‘Yeah!’ Chief said, ‘look at those Giants collapsing, piled on top of each other, in mass graves they dig for one another!’
‘Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!’
We thundered, raised war cries; multiplied, morphed, entered new territories.
‘Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!’
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.
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