Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Thousand: Nine Hundred Eleven

around the torso. If that torso’s big as a bus then those birds must be big as men. Not birds. Bats! And they’re dive-bombing now, letting go something they’ve tucked in their back legs, which, when it strikes the stone skin of the giant, begins smoking. Again and again the chemical bombs strike and throw up smoke. One of the gloves rushes to wipe away the stuff and itself starts to smoke. The other glove, balled into a fist, jabs at the bats, then hurls something at them. “Did it just throw a person?” Bernie backs up until he’s pressed


David Lee Ingersoll said...

Kaiju battle!

Glenn Ingersoll said...

Yes. I'm afraid so.

David Lee Ingersoll said...

I've got no problem with that.