They called me mad to even consider it, but I’ve NEVER backed down from a bad idea, and so the work began.
Trillions spent, and armies working years on end. Lasers carving away tonnes of rock, rock taken out to sea.
I never lost faith the work would be completed.
But in dark times I wondered if I’d be alive to see...
And now, when I look out at where the Rocky Mountains used to be, I see an enormous statue of myself in repose.
And when I do, I can’t help but miss the skyline the way it was…
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Just Because You CAN do Something, Doesn't Mean You Should
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Hubris, Short story
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