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- Copyright: © 2009 L R Bonehill
“Did you see the car?” she asked. There was panic and desperation in her eyes as she scanned the dark night. The road was empty and the silence stark, the moon a scythe-like sliver in the sky.
“No… no car,” I said.
“What do you mean? What else could have done this?” She pulled a cell phone from her pocket and the screen lit up blue in the darkness. Her hands were trembling. “You must have seen something.” Her voice sounded distant, small and lost somehow.
All I could see was the twisted, broken body on the asphalt at my feet. Exposed bone that looked alabaster in the moonlight. There was so much blood I could taste it at the back of my throat, acrid and metallic. It made me want to retch.
I turned away and left her kneeling by the body as she dialed on her cell. “Wait,” she said, reaching out for me. “You can’t just leave. Help me.”
I carried on walking; I’d already done enough. “It all happened so fast,” I said, more to myself than to her.
And it was true; it happens faster all the time. The hunger comes too fast for the eye to see, too fast to stop. The violence and the need over in a raging instant.
I can’t control it anymore.
- Copyright: © 2009 L R Bonehill
