Musings of a Dark Mind: Play Nice with the Neighbors
By Nomar Knight
Why is it bad thoughts creep in my mind when I least expect them? I could be anywhere, anytime, observing anything, and dark clouds invade my train of thought. It happens to us all. One minute, you’re looking out the window and spot the neighbor waxing his shiny black Cadillac. Normally, you’d appreciate the effort and the care he displays for pride is a marvelous thing to watch. Just when you’re ready to glance somewhere else, an image of an egg pops in your mind. Then you stare at the hood of his car and picture yourself throwing the surprising weapon of nice destruction, ruining all his hard work.
On another occasion, you’re sound asleep and the bickering neighbor is louder than usual. Perhaps she’s jealous that her husband cares more about his car than her, so she lets the whole world know only you don’t care and at three in the morning you’re too tired to rationalize. And that’s when it happens. You picture yourself storming off bed and into the kitchen. You grab the largest, sharpest knife you can find. You make it to your neighbor’s door. After some strong pounding you sense she’s sizing you up through the peephole so you force a smile that makes you look constipated. She never sees the knife because you hide it behind your back.
She opens the door, looking ashamed. “I’m sorry—”
It’s too late. The rest of her lying apology is muddled since it’s difficult to speak clearly when her head is being decapitated.
Still at the window, watching your neighbors happily get in the Cadillac, forgetting all about their stupid argument, can't help but wonder if somewhere deep inside you there’s a killer waiting to get out.
See you on the dark side.
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