The Night Was For Hunting
August 1st 2006 13:56
There’s something about being out at night, alone, vulnerable and not in a car that’s just inexpressibly different. But I’ll try to express it.
A car is very much like a bubble. It is a shield, and you can tint the windows, and you can hide, and you can drive away really fast and unless you stop at traffic lights with your door unlocked or drive out into the woods and pick up backpackers, you’re probably going to be ok. Well, no, driving is very dangerous. But it’s a totally different danger to walking down the street.
A girl, walking down the street at night is prey. Everyone recognises it. We’re taught not to do it. Our parents warn us and there are predators watching us. And for anyone who happens to be in a car, or just in a pack, we’re fair game. Toots, cat calls, whistles, whatever- maybe a friendly chase down a dark alley.
The point is, the night is for hunting. And that makes us incredibly brave for even venturing to set foot outdoors, especially when we didn’t look like your average night-time strollers.
No wait! We were, actually, authentic creatures of the night, Taffy in drag and I in Goth-Lite. What could be more perfect on a Sunday eve? But we were a bit conspicuous.. that bright violet taffetta...
It was in those dark tunnels near Central Station that it happened. Everything was eerie and silent.. just an errant wind rasping dry leaves over the pavement until it sounded almost like footsteps..
Maybe there was a sign somewhere creaking in the wind, and lots of wavery shadows..
And what every girl loves while waiting for a bus, the shadow that shifts and groans and unfolds itself into a itinerant person with a half-empty bottle and at least a few teeth missing, leering up at you from between your feet.
Cue blood-curdling scream.
A car is very much like a bubble. It is a shield, and you can tint the windows, and you can hide, and you can drive away really fast and unless you stop at traffic lights with your door unlocked or drive out into the woods and pick up backpackers, you’re probably going to be ok. Well, no, driving is very dangerous. But it’s a totally different danger to walking down the street.
A girl, walking down the street at night is prey. Everyone recognises it. We’re taught not to do it. Our parents warn us and there are predators watching us. And for anyone who happens to be in a car, or just in a pack, we’re fair game. Toots, cat calls, whistles, whatever- maybe a friendly chase down a dark alley.
The point is, the night is for hunting. And that makes us incredibly brave for even venturing to set foot outdoors, especially when we didn’t look like your average night-time strollers.
No wait! We were, actually, authentic creatures of the night, Taffy in drag and I in Goth-Lite. What could be more perfect on a Sunday eve? But we were a bit conspicuous.. that bright violet taffetta...
It was in those dark tunnels near Central Station that it happened. Everything was eerie and silent.. just an errant wind rasping dry leaves over the pavement until it sounded almost like footsteps..
Maybe there was a sign somewhere creaking in the wind, and lots of wavery shadows..
And what every girl loves while waiting for a bus, the shadow that shifts and groans and unfolds itself into a itinerant person with a half-empty bottle and at least a few teeth missing, leering up at you from between your feet.
Cue blood-curdling scream.
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Comment by Matt
Hope everything turned out alright!
Comment by Cibbuano
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Techbreak
heh, always keep one eye on the shadows...
Comment by Lia