blue moon (2)

Saturday, January 09, 2010

Cat People ©

I watched as the rain pours over the side of the roof creating a curtain in front of me.
It was coming down hard, flooding the whole area.
The rain didn’t bother me.
I like the rain.
It cleanses ones being.
Not soul.
I have no soul

No one could see me as I stood out there on the porch, in the open behind my wet curtain.
Enjoying the cool moist air as it stuck to my dry skin
Cooling a cold heart.
Waiting
I spend a lot of time waiting
It’s what I do
Wait

I have been waiting for a long time.
What you say have I been waiting for?
Well, many things.
Never the same but under the same circumstances
Pretty much.
I have been waiting since I was thirteen
Still am

He told me that one-day, I wouldn’t have to wait
He used to wait too
Not any more
I still do and always will
Until I don’t
Whenever that is
And it’ll be sweet

I could see the lights in the distance
They were getting closer and bright
My body instinctively loosened up as it has done a thousand times before
Knowing what is to come
Preparing to accept what ever happens
I could smell the new leather on my hands
Soft, black and ……….soft

The whole front of the house illuminated as a car pulled up to the front drive
I could see the man and woman sitting in the front
They couldn’t see me.
She leaned over and kissed the man
They both held there for a few minutes before they separated
Then she opened the door to leave
She never left

I stood on the porch and watched as the beast transformed into its hideous self
Its claws tearing away her tender throat before bending down to feed
The window was stained
A broken shoe on the dash
Remains of a futile attempt of escape
But terror turned to relief them peace
Before the end

A step and I was before the deluge and the second
Brought me into this world
The third and fourth steps to the driver’s side of the car
The fifth to the window
The black leather glistened in the rain
As did the black steel finger
Before it belched its holy flame

I pulled the door open
The demon lay there with half its head gone, yet still alive
Raising the my hand once more
To send one more ounce of silver through its brain
A light shone down on me from behind
A small voice called out
Momma

I look over and watched her run down the steps to the car
She had to be all of thirteen
I remember
I remember the rain on the window
I remember when I first saw him in my mother’s bedroom
He told me the monster was dead; then took me away forever
I never looked

Turning my hand went up then down one last time before shutting the door
She came to the car but I stood in her way
Taking her by the hand I told her she was going with me now
As he had once said to me
The demon is dead and will stay dead
As long as there’s someone standing in the rain, waiting
It’s been a long time since I had a dress

Walker

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16 comments:

Cece said...

I come back after months of absence and find this. It's beautiful, and sad all rolled up in one. I hope it is just a story and not a personal experience. And I also hope that you do have a soul, because we are not truly living if we don't have a soul. Sure, sometimes our soul will ache, but often times, that ache inside is the only real sign we have that we are still alive.

Walker said...

Cece: Its just a story i made up but it does show how some people end up where they are in life and why.
I think alot of that is missed in life.
How people got to where they are.
Some by choice yet some by circumstance.
I think I had a soul, I think we all do.
Sometimes it gets darker with the things we have to do in life as love brightens it up.
Nice seeing you

BlazngScarlet said...

This post reminds me of the movie "Cat People".

Fabulous story!
Excellent read Walker .... as always.

Tamara said...

Try my life sometimes...like ...hey! How bout'wear my shoes a day.You would get to the nearest shoe store as fast as my 6 1/2's would friggin go.lol
Always interesting.One of those posts:
"gotta read twice cuz I'm a dipshit the first time I read it"
lololol

Tamara said...

Oh,and lots of times I'll leave your site open and listen to the music if I dig the song,like I USUALLY do...but THIS song scared the *&^% out of my ass.creepy,W.!Too early or not enough coffee to get the hee-bee-jee-bee's scared out of me.
Never thought I could spell that word..lol...nevermind,I gotta shut off this wicked tune.....going....going....GONE!lol

Just telling it like it is said...

A man owning a cat I would run for the hills...
Boob flash a nipple! just for you!!!

Liane said...

I love when you write like this... a trench coat and a soft voice comes to mind when reading your stories like this one... (don't ask..lol)

Peter said...

Great stuff Walker, glad to read its just a story... how many of your posts are "just stories"???

Walker said...

BlazngScarlet: Thank you.
I felt like a little fiction for a change while using some every day circumstances.

Walker said...

Tamara: I try and find a song to set the mood of the post.
Sometimee i get it right sometimes i don't.
Mostly i try and put music up that would get everyone stripping.
poor kids that walk into the computer room HA HA HA!!!!!

Walker said...

Just telling it like it is : What can I say other than I am a pussy lover :D

Walker said...

Liane:I won't ask..... maybe pictures ;)

Walker said...

Peter: My sex talks and all my antique story posts are made up but even they have a lot of actual events are woven in.
Even this one has a lot of me in it.
I wante to show how easy it is to become something you didn;t expect to become.

Remember, fate is the joker in the deck

Michael Manning said...

The trench coat add an Orson Welles aura to this! Cool! ;)

Liane said...

LOL... even those pictures I should keep to myself

Adrian said...

Nice article mate. I liked it very much