Alberta

By ep113

Perhaps just one more, that’s what I keep telling myself, as I devour the next one in my path.

Just one more and then I will stop. After all, who needs to be a glutton?

I swell with pride as I survey my conquests! I’ve come such a long way, I’ve left my terrible mark on this land. I’ve burned my existence into the lives of those who were guilty of nothing except standing in my way.

Behind me, is scorched earth, a smoldering wasteland, dashed dreams and lost hope all perish before my might. I mark my existence by the land I destroy a cloud of smoke chokes any foolish enough to confront me and yet still there is more to consume.

I’ve had a good run and many would be content. But there are still more to have. I tell myself I could stop at anytime; the experts predict I’ll burn myself out. But the experts don’t know me.

Before me stand a row of majestic homes, valorous defenders dig trenches and futilely spray water but before me all must flee or die. Just one more and maybe I’ll be content. Perhaps I could go another way? Perhaps I should cut back. Then the wind whispers in my ear and its message is clear.

Why take just one more? When you can have them all? Don’t you deserve them all? I leap forward and consume them. The wind is always right.