What is it about the moon that brings out the worst ... or best ... in people, in me I suppose I am saying. The pulling of the tides, is that really true ? I read it somewhere on the internet so it must be. Why do people feel scared when there's talk about moon -related incidents in the newspapers, just blowing things out of proportion ... as usual. I don't believe in were-wolves or vampires and all that tosh.That's why I am walking through the park now, at midnight, enjoying the cooler air. It's too hot in my apartment, I feel the pull of the outdoors. The wind cools my hot face. The air con has gone on the blink and the doorman says the maintenance man is coming. He told me to be careful as I left the building, ''it's a full moon Miss''. Fancy an old guy like that believing in such fairy stories.
I walk in a dream a couple of times around the park and sated with the air I make my way back home. The doorman runs towards me shouting ... I am scared and turn round, expecting an attacker to be behind me and I'm ready to fight back ... only there's no-one there .... just dark shadows in the road ...
He drags me inside and sits me down gasping the questions ''are you all right miss, what happened, shall I call an ambulance, the Police, what happened?''
I sit and stare at him like he's an escaped lunatic ... ''the blood miss, on your hands and face, what happened?''
I observe my hands covered in blood and dirt, my old hoodie t-shirt splattered with blood ... I stand and stumble towards the stairs, got to get to my flat, wash this gooey mess off me ...
On the radio they announce the savage killing of a man in Park Avenue ... his throat ripped out and left to die by his works van ... the air conditioning company van.
I must have been so lucky. Sitting in my apartment I am breathless and my heart is going to leap out of my chest. I can't believe I must have gotten away from whatever attacked that poor man ....
Photo by R.G. (2009)
Written June 2009
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