Tuesday Knight (an epic nightmare)

Tuesday Knight (an epic nightmare)

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Genre: Humor

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Status: Finished

Genre: Humor

Summary

A casual chance encounter turns into the proverbial date from hell.

Summary

A casual chance encounter turns into the proverbial date from hell.

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Submitted: November 15, 2015

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Submitted: November 15, 2015

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TUESDAY KNIGHT (an epic nightmare)
 
By Rekeaux Nyte
 
 
 
 
 
Her name was Tuesday Knight, I kid you not, that was her name. Her hair hung past her derriere and was her claim to fame. You see, she was a Navajo and boy was she a ‘FOX.' Her dark, brown eyes would hypnotize you through her gorgeous locks. While all the while her loving smile would put you in a daze, her soft, sweet face only took second place to her loving and tender ways.
 
Now, I met Tuesday Knight on a Tuesday afternoon, while walking through the park on a breezy day in June. I was sitting near the lake when she happened to walk past, and I couldn’t help but notice her soft and lovely…hair. I said hello but to no reply. But I didn’t bother to ask myself why for I’d grown accustomed to that thing called rejection. So I watched her walk away while enjoying my inspection.
 
Continuing her little stroll she stopped at the lake. She fumbled with her skirt (which, of course, was for my sake). And with hungry eyes I watched anxiously, enjoying the show she put on for me. Then, while glancing back at me, she asked for a tissue. I thought to myself, “Not unless you let me kiss you!” But, of course, from my pocket I pulled my handkerchief, (presenting it to her as if it were a gift).
 
“Thank you!” she said with an adorable smile.
 
I said, “You can thank me by chatting a while.”
 
Then, once more, she flashed that adorable grin as she softly whispered, “Well, where should I begin?”
 
“Start with your name,” I Clark Gable-ishly said.
 
“Tuesday Knight,” she answered while tilting her head.
 
“Awe, come on!” I scoffed, “Now don’t be mysterious!”
 
“My name is Tuesday Knight!” she growled, “…and I’m totally serious!”
 
“Your name’s Tuesday Knight!” I squawked, “That’s no joke or game?”
 
“I kid you not! Yes, that’s really my name!”
 
“Well okay,” I shrugged, “But tell me one more thing…would you like to run away with me for an after dinner fling?”
 
“Is that to imply that we’d go to dinner first?”
 
I said, “Hey, pretty lady you could do a lot worse.”
 
“But you know nothing, of me and I know not who you are. Like are you like the average guy I’d meet in a bar?”
 
“Oh no,” I said, “I’m so much more. Of that, you can be sure. So please relax Miss Tuesday Knight and check out what’s in store.”
 
She sat down beside me and crossed her legs neatly while staring at me ever so sweetly. I said, “Okay Tuesday Knight, this is what we’ll do…I’ll pick you up at your house for an evening made for two. We’ll start off with a drive past the local airport base. We’ll jump in a balloon that will take us into space. And there between the stars and beneath the placid moon, I will serenade thee, with a self-created tune. We’ll also sip some wine as we watch the world below. I’ll pick for you a star, or two, and wrap them in a bow. What next I have in store you will have to wait and see. But please don’t be alarmed, my dear, because you’re safe with me.
 
“But, wait, just a second,” Tuesday whispered in my ear. “How can I be certain that you are sincere? You’ve concocted such enchantment, and I may conspire, but something doesn’t add up, and I feel I must inquire. Now, I may have misconstrued so correct me if I’m wrong; but you’ve known me for an instant, yet you offer me a song? And how could I accept from you a gift such as a star?”
 
I then replied, “Because I like the things you’ve said so far…and if it’s any indication of our future conversations, then without the hesitations let’s cut through the aggravations.”
 
“But I could be a killer!” she scoffed, “And you would never know!”
 
“Well, if I could die while in your arms then hey, I’m ready to go!”
 
She warned, “You starting to sound desperate and I’m starting to beware.”
 
I scoffed, “Well, there’s no need for that, my dear, for I’m no one to fear. I’m just a special guy who feels he shouldn’t be alone! I’m searching for a special girl that I can call my own.”
 
“She said, “That sounds okay to me, but we should take it slow; for there’s a lot about me that perhaps you’d want to know.”
 
“Well, okay Tuesday, lay it on me. Tell me what’s the problem? Throw me your dilemmas and I’ll try my best to solve them.
 
She laughed, “Okay, you win this time. I’ll let you take me out. You are indeed, a special guy of this I have no doubt…but be careful what you wish for because it might come true. With that in mind, I hope you find something that pleases you.”
 
Now, I didn’t exactly understand where she was coming from. But I didn’t want this lovely doll thinking I was dumb. We talked a few more hours then I wrote down her address. I walked her to her car and we both ended our quest.
 
*****
 
Well, everything that evening went just as I’d projected. We did encounter racism, but that we both expected. Still, all else was perfect (there was magic in the air). She let me run my fingers through her long and gorgeous hair. And then while up in the hot air balloon we passionately kissed by the light of the moon. So, when she invited me back to her place, I thought we’d fool around then invade each other’s space. But things didn’t go just as I had wanted, for little did I know I was about to be hunted.
 
We were in each other’s arms about to take it higher until she said she had to ‘change’ so she would not perspire. So, she left the room to change her clothes…at least that’s what I thought. But there was a different type of ‘change’ that dear, sweet Tuesday sought. I don’t know why, but suddenly, I picked up bad vibrations; while sitting on the coach I had an eerie revelation. Everything looked natural, but something wasn’t right, for deep within the household deathly quiet became the night.
 
All the dogs in the neighborhood began to moan. In my mind, I heard the theme song from the ‘Twilight Zone.' I went to check on Tuesday, (to be sure she was alright), but when I opened up the door, I beheld a wicked sight. There was Tuesday half undressed and squirming on the floor. Her mouth and nose stretched from her face; hair sprouted from her pores. Then, screeching howls of agony she then began to wail, her hands and feet grown into paws; she’d even grown a tail.
 
I would not put you on my friend. I would not lie to you. My date became a werewolf, and that meant our date was through. But then she stood upright, 500 pounds and 8 feet tall. She grabbed the dresser with one hand and slammed it through the wall. Well, hell I may be horny, but I’m not a country fool. I slowly eased back out the door (the epitome of cool).
 
It seemed to me like judgement day when I saw her transformation. I couldn’t believe I actually saw a shape-shifting mutation. I said, “I came to get you, but I see you’re occupied, and my don’t you look lovely, but I’d better say goodbye!”
 
She then began to chase me and boy could that ‘bitch’ run. But like the popular rap song I said, “Girl, I ain’t the one!”
As fast as she was running I was running faster. But when I stumbled on a rock my fate was with disaster. My stride had been broken so I tumbled to the ground. She grabbed me by the leg and on my back began to pound. Then, she turned me over and she slapped me in the face; which damn near ripped my head off then she tossed me into space. I knew that when I landed I would then be pulverized…but I was laying near my bed when I opened up my eyes.
 
“MY GOD!” I yelled. “IT WAS JUST A DREAM! IT WAS ALL MY IMAGINATION!” But then something else intensified my growing mystification. When I stepped into the bathroom to get myself a drink, I notice that some blood was dripping down into the sink. I looked into the mirror to see where it was from…and when I saw my face gashed up my whole body grew numb.
 
 
Well, that was the conclusion of the folklore that I’ve spun. But please, don’t be alarmed by me for it was made for fun. It is NOT a symbolism of cannibalism, or mysticism; nor masochism or racism; not even transcendentalism. It’s merely something conjured from the windmills of my mind; and if you study close enough, you’ll find it quite benign.
 
 
 
 
 
THE END


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