Under the overcast sky, a bridge to the beyond in the distance, just a shadow. A dog howls, and my blood curdles, my neck prickles, she whispers something that sounds like a hiss and a rattle. She says, 'Let's blow it up!'
Wow! Something feels warm inside. It spreads. 'Nice idea!'
Trekking under the starlight, we don't need words to tell each other how we feel about blowing up the bridge to forever. 'Blow.'
'Blow.'
'Blow.' I like the sound of it. My heart hammers inside. To take away something, and to give so much by taking away. They don't see, they don't understand.
I look at her. She's beautiful. She understands. She's deceitful. She's my obsession, and we just met. She doesn't feel the same. No. It shows. She looks down upon me. I'm just a child to her.
But I'm not!
It's hot and sultry now. I can hear the aircraft coming closer. There isn't a lot of time. We start running. A grenade here and a flash there to distract them, and we're there.
It's all glory as it mushrooms toward the stars. Pieces of wood fall here and there. Her face glows in the firelight. It is all dreamlike, magic-realism, Arabian Nights and I'm Sindbad.
Sindbad unleashes his knife and taken over by something rising hotly from deep within, down below, seizes the girl, scratches her neck with the knife-tip and bites into the supple flesh. Sindbad the Beast. Warm blood oozes. It's still raining bright-hot splinters. The aircraft are now overhead. How did they think they'd stop us from the air anyway?
They fly low, their underbellies smoothly sliding through the hot fumes. I have to close my eyes, as the blood gives me rushes. I shudder, I let go, she crumples and crumbles to the ground. I floating. I catching them by their tails and going round-round. I GOD!
I Megalomaniac! I MAD!
I child?