The desert was an endless stretch of sand rocks and a few thorny plants. The bus was almost empty. Just me travelling eastward to meet up with Kate again. On a seat across the aisle a boy and his mother.
I stiffened and started to sweat despite the cold air blowing from the A/C. The boy was a demon. I knew them from before.
The demon boy had lamplight eyes, grey with specks of venomous green, the begging kind that could make you jump from a cliff if he wanted. It was a beautiful boy, his mischievous curls bounced with the movement of the bus, but he smiled in a sinister way.
I knew that he was making plans of how to best inflict pain.
Who would be his victim?
His mother sat on the edge of her seat. She seemed to be watching and waiting as if she had a suicide bomb in her bag, but despite her hijab I knew better.
She was scared of her son.
She feared him even more than I did.
She had probably found the bodies of kittens, hidden, dismembered for her to find, she had seen the fear of a babysitter declining a job; she had cursed him but when the demon started to act she would be loyal to him.
I averted my eyes, staring into the comforting desert outside. We were to stop in Winslow in just two hours. I could leave this cursed bus, find a motel room and continue the next day. I could call Kate and tell her.
“It’s not a phobia, it’s rational, it’s real”, I mumbled, rehearsing what I would say.
She would probably give up on me this time, but I would be safe from the demon.
I would be free to go hunting for kittens just like before.
I smiled at my reflection in the window.
This is written for Magaly at Poets United trying to capture something of fears and phobia. I do not really know where the inspiration came from, I just started writing.
May 5, 2019