KILLING TIME KILLING THE EAST SIDE

A bright kid with a vivid imagination was traveling at eighty miles per hour in her parents station wagon. She was sitting in the front seat while her mother drove on. For some reason a scene of destruction sprang to life in her mind. She pictured the side view mirror extending for miles from where she was sitting. As far as her eyes could view. The entire front side of it growing into a sharp mechanical blade. Chainsaw teeth gnashing along the full length of the weightless protrusion that hovered three feet from the surface of the Earth. She pictured it cutting across the land - laying waste to anything unfortunate enough to be on the East side of the road on which they were traveling. Trees were cut through like butter and came crashing down in their wake. Street signs were clipped and flung into the air. Fences were long cuts she enjoyed. She felt as though the car would slow slightly to finish the tough jobs like grinding through houses, sheds, and cows. From where she sat comfortably she felt no remorse when hills in the distance rose up to the height of the cutting device only to be leveled off. It went on and on. In her head she was hearing the slicing, sawing, grinding, screams, and squeals of the unfortunate East siders. An hour later her mother pulled into a parking lot. They had reached their destination. The little girl hopped out of the car with a beaming smile. She couldn't wait for the drive home to conquer the West.