A Kiss In The Night
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My car is parked in the huge clearing that is surrounded by woods. I believe the trees had been removed in preparation for a housing development that was never built. Maybe the land developer ran into financial hardship, or perhaps he had just changed his mind. It doesn’t really matter, I guess.
The grass and weeds have grown to a height of 3 feet, which is more than enough to cover the wheels of my blue Honda Civic. I come to the field regularly to lie on my hood and stare at the constellations, but that’s not the only reason. I also enjoy the music that nature provides in isolated places such as this. I can hear an owl hooting off in the distance. His voice is strong and haunting. I also listen to the crickets as they strum their hind legs like violins, and I can not forget the light shows, which are especially exquisite. In open fields, the fireflies provide an extraordinary display of flashing yellow lights as they swoop back and forth above the swaying grasses.
Then, I lean against my windshield and glance back into the vastness of outer space. My mind wanders as I envision far off planets and civilizations.
I am enjoying these fantasies when I see something out of the corner of my eye. A large black shape seems to be descending in my direction. I try to turn my head to see it clearly, but it is too fast. It strikes the right side of my head with something that is steely and sharp. The impact sends me rolling off my car and I land buried in the overgrown weeds. My heart is racing in my chest, and my face seems to growing numb as if it had been injected with novocaine.
Then, I feel a tremendous wetness pouring from my wound, and frightfully I am compelled to touch it. As my fingers explore my face, I discover that a large amount of skin is missing and I can clearly feel my exposed cheekbone and teeth. Worse still, is that the flesh around this area is hanging in ribbons.
All of this has transpired in a matter of seconds, and now I start to move. I attempt to get into my car in hopes that I would be safe. I stand in a crouch and try to shimmy forward.
Then I am struck again.
This time I feel several knife-like objects dig into my back. I hear my shirt ripping as the monster tears through it and slices my flesh. I am flung onto the ground and as before, my attacker is gone.
“It must be airborne,” I think, not that this information will help me. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins and it causes my hands and legs to shake uncontrollably. I crawl to my car door and try feverishly to lift the handle.
The door swings open, but I am not safe. As I try to dive inside, the beast attacks another time and I feel something sharp rip into the left side of my face. I feel an unknown object spike into my eye, and my seeing orb bursts like a balloon causing a jelly-like substance to ooze down.
Again, my assailant disappears into the sky, but he leaves a piece of evidence behind. I grab the large brown feather that is fluttering before me and I dive into my car. Finally, I am able to feel a measure of safety as I close my door.
My body and psyche are in tatters and I cannot contain the well spring of emotions from erupting. I begin to sob uncontrollable as I repeatedly mumble, “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.”
I dig into my front pockets searching out my keys, and as I sit up, I see my abuser float silently down and land on my hood. He is a four-foot tall brown owl with bright yellow eyes and sprouting from his head, he has feathered horns that mimic Satan’s. His massive taloned feet are covered in my blood and I see that they are clutching a piece of pink meat. This monster releases his prize, stares into my eyes and swallows my left ear in one gulp. I begin to scream frantically, but the owl ignores me.
He spreads his wings to a width of eight feet and begins to flap them. He takes off from my car in what appears to be slow motion, and disappears into the night sky. I am dizzy from the loss of blood and as I try to start my car I accidentally turn on my headlights. My head falls nearly unconscious against my driver side window, and I glance out over the field in time to see the owl swoop down and rip a rabbit from the grass. Its prey is kicking uselessly as the owl carries it away, and I start to drift off having failed to survive my first kiss in the night.
If you have no questions or fears about your abilities, then you will learn nothing from your mistakes and know nothing about your limitations.