She Was Friday

I’m getting antsy. Because I haven’t killed anyone since last Friday, my need for power and dominance is building up to a crescendo. I get in my car; well, actually it is my former girlfriend’s car but she is already dead. To make a long story short, she was Friday. I always labeled my victims by the day of the week that they met their end. The moon is behind dark clouds as I peer through the dead of night to find my next victim. I am excited and quite titillated when I see a young woman at the side of the road looking in frustration at her flat tire.

Her leather mini skirt is hiked up to spotlight her rounded ass as she bends over the tire. But it doesn’t really matter what a woman looks like because it’s feeling control that turns me on and the rest doesn’t really concern me. I am superior and I will show her how to tremble and fear me until the last drop of her blood has leaked out onto the ground. I shiver in anticipation as I pull to a stop behind her and get out of my car. “Do you need help, I ask?”

With a helpless smile on her face, she simpers, “I can’t get the lug nuts to loosen. Would you mind trying?”

She hands me a flashlight and I get down on my haunches to take a look. I turn back to reassure her that I will be able to take care of it and I can see right up her skirt. She’s not wearing panties. This is really going to be an exciting evening. I turn back to her car and she says in her sweet voice, “Here’s a lug wrench that you can use.” That is the last thing I ever know as she smashes the wrench down on my head so forcefully that pieces of bone and brain matter spray in a pink misted arc.

I am now somewhere up above, looking down at the bloody scene and can see a big smile turning up the corners of her lush mouth as she says, “He is Monday!”