The Marabunta — La marabunta

The Marabunta

The marabunta was heading north. Previously it had devastated the fertile fields of the riverside. It was time to die. Omnivorous ants were spreading out like an endless, inexorable army. The little boy was playing in front of the porch of his house in the mide of nowhere. The sun was falling unrepentant and his mother could not imagine that the distant thud could be the prelude to a great tragedy. A slight buzz, gradually was transforming into a deafening noise similar to a cataclysm. And suddenly there they were. The scared woman went looking for her son…