"I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and somehow survives...Paradox and bedrock."-Edward Abbey

13 August 2011

That Kind of Night

It was just after midnight. A reptile eye witching moon glared down. The constabulary patrol chopper circled. A hungry vulture, its spotlight cutting the shadows in the same manner as well-honed blade. Its harshness leaving bare whatever nefarious deed its prey had committed.

A hot wind blew, rustling the leaves. A clicking sound of bone rattles. Skin walkers, Rawhead and Bloody Bones, and other less than pleasant beasties lurked about in the in the dark, hunting stray cats, and whatever else was foolish enough to be out. There were rumors of Jack the Ripper and Mack the Knife sipping cocktails in some nameless gin joint. Tying on a few before embarking upon an evening of A&B.

There was a bad scent in the air. The hair on the back of the neck began to rise. The fangs dropped and the talons extended. It became a very good idea to get indoors.

It was an evening to lock the doors and bar the windows. No evening strolls are star gazing. It wasn't that kind of night.


  1. After I shake off my goosebumps, will you please tell me what A&B means? I can only think that B stands for Bloodshed, but I am lost on the A.

  2. Assault and battery. Sabina's x before me was in a band that did a song titled A&B, which was about a serial killer. It was a right toe-tapper. In a backfisted way, that reference is a nod to that.

  3. Ah. Yes. My eighteen year old son enlightened me. (which disturbed me even more that he should know that right off the top of his head.)

  4. This might have been less hair raising if I hadn't read it after being woken up at 5am by someone knocking/throwing stones at a window of one of the houses over the road. Nothing like an overactive imagination and well written atmosphere to make a girl shiver.

  5. Sorry for the shiver, but thank you for the compliment.