[Nell]: 226.Stories.Shorts.Starved

Hungry. So hungry.

Lighting flash; sparks electric old grass. I shiver down its stalks, savouring the flavour. I felt so weak before, but now I'm getting stronger. There is more nearbye. I'm still so hungry.

I leapt from root to root, the flowers burn as easily as the weeds. I am growing. I stroke the bark of an old elm. He has lived a long life. I gobble him up.

So hungry, nothing fills my aching desire. I cannot stop at the elm, I spread my fingers out and grasp a spruce. I go on, feeding and growing, feeding and growing.

Hungry! I sweall, devour, destroy! I sweep through the trees and over dead leaves, leaving charred lumps and ashen bones in my wake. Why am I not satisfied? Isn't this enough? Not enough!?! It infuriates me, my never ending desire.

I roar in frustration! More! I must have more! Forests twist and burn before my wrath.

But here comes my soothing brother. He gentles me. He settles me. It takes a while. I am calmer, I am cooler. I simmer, I wait. But I am still hungry.

What's this? I am alight! Feel my glow. A cigarette, I smolder.

Ah, more dried grass! Good, I was feeling so hungry...