Stumps in the Sand

Posted on Aug 30, 2012:

There went the serpent - slithering with movement, and shiny in the beach sunlight.  It looked daunting as I turned my head to watch it go by.  It was slick with sweat and slime.  Do serpents sweat?  This one did, because it was tattooed on the dainty back of that wicked girl.  That one that always brought the same flourishing animosity that I could feel through every ounce of my being.  I sat and watched her go by in that same red bikini she always wore with the serpent’s tip hidden by the back of her bottoms.  I always wondered how far that reptile went, or where...damn, I wanted that serpent.

People are strange, and there are always plenty to observe on the beach.  But whenever she showed up my skull started to burn and tingle, and inside of my head took place a forum of her and I and spectators surrounding us in a circle with looks of lust on their faces.  Ordinary people like from the olden days, only their eyes were defective.   

Like a revenge flick that I created and mastered with precise skill; I played out the details in my head.

As she lie face down upon the table, I held the scalpel with exactness as I brought it to the tip of the serpent’s tongue at the base of her neck and pressed into the flesh; following the curve of her neck as the thick blood started to flow.  There was a stifled scream, which sounded like a beautiful melody against the drumming of the midnight rain. THAT SERPENT WILL BE MINE.

“Snap out of it Lucy!!  Why are you always daydreaming?”  I shook my head and looked up as the ugly bitch spoke again.  “It’s almost time for your dinner, and I’ve got to take you back or they won’t let you out on the beach next weekend.”  I felt her arms wrap around me under my arms and lifted slightly as I rolled my eyes in disgust and then looked down at my hideous leg stumps being dragged, leaving behind wide tracks in the sand.  Oh well, there’s always tomorrow, I thought.  A new day and a new dream...