HER SCREAM FORCED me to reality.
Between my abating unconsciousness I saw her sprint off as if she had seen a
ghost. Technically, she was right but I still could not believe she left me. Then,
a ways off, I heard the hungry growls like dogs defending their meal and
totally understood her decision.
A hoard of the most
terrifying sight I had ever seen pursued. Their loose flesh hung from their
bones. The flesh at their jaws was raw and rotting. They glared frightfully with devilish bulging
eyes. Their tattered clothes were drenched in blood that I could not tell
belonged to them or someone else.
Instinctively, I hobbled
to my feet and followed her lead. She had already made her way to the entrance
of the quay, steered off to the left and disappeared around a corner. Damn she
was fast! If I was going to get away or even catch up with her then I was going
to have to be fast too.
I pressed on, scared
for my life as the hoard chased without end, or a moment to catch their breath.
For a moment I swore I saw one of them smile. Horrific was the sight as its
snarl portrayed a longing for the thrill in the chase. Eager to savor the taste
of their next meal which by the pace I was moving was not going to be me. Then it happened.
I couldn’t believe how
close I was to her already as she vanished with another turn. As I rounded the
corner and was about to call out to her she stumbled, then fell plum on her
face. Oh crap! Get up! Get up! I
heard myself grumbling as I approached her. I had to help her.
They were so close and
gaining on us. I fell to her side, frantically shaking her from her daze. She
looked at me and began screaming. Like
what the hell? I’m trying to help you! She began kicking and screaming even
louder. She struggled to break free from my hold.
Then she for reasons
unknown to me she threw her arm into my mouth! Accidentally, I bit into her. I
mean the squish and chopping of her flesh between my teeth sounded like music
to my ears – the musical symphonic child of Bach and Beethoven.
I couldn’t help myself
as I ripped into her neck. The warmth of her flesh was so succulent and tasted oh so good. Her blood trickled between
my lips as I shoved more - of this woman I once loved - into my mouth. I was so
hungry but she was so filling, I quickly justified my actions with a single
thought - This way we would be together
forever. I chewed on.
I bashed her head
against the pavement. Repeatedly slamming her pretty face until finally…
Jackpot! From the crater I had just delicately created, spooled this soft grey
and white matter. I needed more. I wanted more. Quickly, I scooped a handful
into my mouth. Sheer bliss.
By the time I realized
it the hoard had arrived and already began gnawing away at my leftovers. I was
stuffed plus she tasted so good, how could I not share.
She no longer screamed,
no longer fought back. The look on what remained of her face expressed she was
okay with what had transpired. Once she was okay with it, then so was I.
Olsfred James 2015©
