In
The Demon’s Head #95: The Ride
April
5, 2013
Happy
Friday everyone. I hope that your weekend is ready to kick off in huge fashion.
It’s been a real productive week for me. Editing is coming along on “Six Feet
Under” and hopefully I can have it ready to go by next month. On a non-writing
note, this is a huge weekend in my house. Why you may wonder? This Sunday is
Wrestlemania Sunday. I’m sure almost everyone knows what Wrestlemania is. In my
house though it’s almost like a tradition almost as big as the Superbowl. I’m
very excited about Wrestlemania Sunday That’s enough about what’s going on this
weekend let’s get onto today’s festivities. Take a look at the picture for
today:
The
Ride
It
came up for sale on the internet,
One
of those Facebook sites,
They
wanted $350 dollars,
But
the car looked to be in absolute,
Perfect
condition,
I
was skeptical,
But
I took the meeting,
And
decided that I wanted to know,
If
it was too good to be true,
My
head said that it was,
But
I wanted to believe,
I
was a kid,
Working
minimum wage,
And
needed a car,
It
wasn’t the most masculine car,
But
if it worked,
I
couldn’t complain,
The
car ran fine,
And
the price tag,
Was
indeed real,
So
I bought it,
Weeks
went by with no problems,
Then
one day I found the car across the street,
As
if pushed out of my driveway,
Perfectly
parked,
I
drove it for a few days,
Then
one day I came out,
To
find all the windows destroyed,
All
four door windows,
The
windshield,
And
the back glass,
All
broken in,
Nothing
was missing,
And
all of the glass seemed to be on the ground,
As
if broken from the inside,
I
fixed the windows,
And
on the first drive to work,
I
looked into the rearview,
And
in the flash,
I
thought I saw a child,
No
more then 7,
But
in a blink,
They
were gone,
I
sat at home that night,
And
thought to look up the car,
Information
was scarce,
But
I found something that blew my mind,
The
very car I was driving,
Had
been wrecked,
Shortly
after purchase,
The
mother was driving down the road,
Her
7 year old son in the back,
They
said that she had a meltdown,
And
drove over a bridge,
Into
the river,
The
car sank,
As
she laughed,
The
son tried to fight,
But
couldn’t get out before he drown,
The
car was towed from the river,
Funerals
held,
And
the car was refinished,
Inside
and Out,
And
resold,
Reports
were that people kept seeing a child,
In
the back,
The
kid was smiling,
In
a sadistic way,
Laughing,
As
if he was enjoying what was,
About
to happen,
I
laid awake that night,
And
in my head,
I
heard the laughter,
The
sadistic laughter,
Of
mother and child,
I
heard a noise outside,
And
leaned up to look out the window,
In
the drivers’ seat,
The
woman looked at me,
The
split grin rolled across her face,
The
son,
In
the back smiling devilishly,
The
car rolled backwards,
Slowly,
And
suddenly made impact with an on-coming semi,
The
car was crushed,
But
as I stand here,
At
the junk yard,
Looking
at the scrap of metal,
I
can’t help but thank the woman for saving my life,
Or
maybe the son,
Should
be the one to thank,
Because
that grin,
Still
haunts my dreams,
And
I swear she mouthed the words,
Join
Us,
Before
the car rolled back,
In
fact that image,
Still
sends a chill down my spine,
I’m
happy that they finally found a new home,
But
I feel like I keep seeing something in the mirrors,
Of
the house now,
About
The Piece
This
was one of the longer pieces that I’ve written for this photo-blogging
challenge. It’s also one of the hardest that I had to come up with. The picture
never really seemed to speak to me but I think I found a good story within it.
Overall, the three pictures that I did this week seemed to be the hardest I’ve
ran into but I think that the pieces do them justice. I’d love to know what you
think. Feel free to share your feedback in the comments section.
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Until
the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell and into the
demon’s head, I’m Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
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