The nightmare dances heavily medicated with a bottle in hand. He mumbles a few indistiguishable fragments of rubbish. He stops leaning against the side of the car and makes his way to the driver’s door. He ignites and fires up the steel beast, that belches blackness into the torrential downpour. The sky is dark like a cancer ridden lung, filled with the tears of a thousand maidens weeping like they are forever damned. Soaking wet to the bone, water gushing off him as he moves to get comfortable in his seat. He doesn’t care, turning on the radio. He stops flipping through the dial when he hears the AM classic, “Mississippi Queen” by Mountain. He smiles, reaches foward and pushes in the cigarette lighter. It pops and he lights his cigarette. The yellowing smoke fills the cab of the car. The car is hurled across the night. The small framed girl tied up, laying in the backseat of the car cries as the smokes burns her tender eyes. The ropes viciously tears into her small wrists. “Shut Up!” he yells as he turns around to look at her. He then swerves a bit and regains control of the car. “See what you made me do? What are you trying to do? Get us killed? Now Shut Up!” He pushed the beast harder, taking over off the ground with each bump.
He stares hard into the rearview mirror. The softed face girl trembles. Her eyes are blank and hollow. She has forgot how to be a woman. He pulls over the automobile to the side of the highway. On this dark, treacherous night, the wind cuts and hollers around the stationary vechicle. He slips into the backseat and sits her up. He wipes the tears from her eyes. As she sniffles, he unties her hands. She immediately begins to pound on his chest, while shouting. He grabs her hands and says, “What good is that going to do you? Calm down.”
He presses her head against his chest. She buries her head as hard as she can against him. She looks up at him face to face, with her sad bohemian eyes, tears running down both of her flushed cheeks, holding on to his shirt tightly, she whispers, “I love you.”
He looks away. He sits back so she can gain comfort from being in his arms. She weeps quietly as he runs his rough hands through her hair. The rain and wind beat against the car as if it was determined by all means to gain access to the vechicle that hums slowly in the night.
note: This week's column also has a rewritten version with an altered ending that's pretty distrubing.
