Lunatic Beauty

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Samuel Palmer art found at Shoebox, a repository for ideas and research
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Green note: here’s another crazy one, could be thousands of words BUT with the handy agency of prologue and epilogue, we get to the good stuff without ado…

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Prologue

Gerard Bonner, a pretentious geologist from New York City has been after a Vetlesen Prize for fifteen years, yet his discoveries have never made the grade.

Now bitter and all the more grasping, he determined to gain historical renown by discovering a rare classification of igneous rock that, according to his substantial body of research, is likely to be found in a deep cave high up in the Blareskill Mountain range.

Now ready to begin his exploration, Bonner traveled out west to Burr Peak in the Blareskills. He hired a guide, a leathery buckaroo called “Cowboy” and paid him a nice sum in full.

At first light the next day, they set off on horseback with Bonner’s geological equipment loaded on a mule.

Cowboy picked his way through the rough terrain, marking their trail with yellow tags. As they climbed higher, brush began to give way to rock and by 9 a.m. they were closing in on the cave…

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The Cowboy halted his horse, put his binoculars up to his eyes. He motioned for Bonner to come alongside.

“There it is, up yonder,” he said to Bonner. “Your cave.”

“Let’s go,” Bonner said, “What’s the holdup?”

“There’s a heaviness in the air. And it ain’t the weather, else I’d know it.”

“I’ve felt it,” Bonner said. “What about it?”

“I was hoping you’d tell me it has something to do with the partic’lar nature of this rock you’re after. Like the environment it needs or creates or, hell, I dunno!”

“It’s got nothing to do with the nature of the rock or the cave.”

“Then I’m of a mind to turn back ‘cause this ain’t right.”

“This could be a monumental discovery,” Bonner said. “I will not turn back now, not when we’re this close.”

“Listen here,” Cowboy said. “If I evaluate a situation and call it life threatenin’ and you continue into it, per the contract I ain’t liable.”

“I understand all that,” Bonner said, “Now let’s move.”

They carried on, felt the heaviness fluctuate, almost as if to confuse them, and soon they were in front of the cave.

They dismounted and Cowboy disengaged the safety on his pistols.

“Those two bags there, get them off the mule,” Bonner said. “I’m going to take a quick sample from just inside the cave entrance and have a look at it.”

Cowboy walked the bags toward the cave, felt the heaviness increase with each step.

“I’m callin’ it, Bonner.”

“Nonsense,” Bonner said, and he took his g-pick to the inner wall of the cave and brought a rock chip sample out into the light. “By God I think this is it!” He put his headlamp on. “Unload the rest of the equipment. I’m going inside to start the mapping process.”

Bonner turned to go into the cave and his light landed on a crouching shape that, once caught in the beam, scream-growled and sprang, all teeth and claws, toward the light to kill it.

Cowboy had drawn his pistols but held fire when he saw the thing was human-like. It downed Bonner and was shrieking and scratching madly at his shirt collar, fixing to sink its teeth into his jugular, when Cowboy jumped on its back, got it in a headlock and rolled off with it fighting like a wildcat. Both Cowboy’s arms and legs were engaged in containing the beast. Bonner lay dazed.

“Get me that rope!” Cowboy hollered at him.

Bonner got up, shook his head.

“Move it!” Cowboy hollered.

Bonner pulled a coil of rope off Cowboy’s saddle and threw it to him.

Cowboy shifted the rope between teeth and one hand at a time until he had the beast wound up tight. And still it lunged with its head, snapping at anything that got near its mouth. Cowboy snatched the bandana from his neck and gagged the beast, then rolled it onto its back.

Through the angry growling and the black of dirt and hair everywhere—legs, armpits, and a long, tangled mass of it about the head—was a raving beauty. Her breasts were full, her body svelte. Her eyes were ice blue, so light as to nearly be white in contrast with her black lashes and brows, and her lips were round below a duchess nose.

The two men stared with a mix of reverence and horror.

“I want her,” Bonner said. “I’m taking her back with me.”

“She ain’t yours to take,” Cowboy said. “Anyway, look at her, she’s moving like a seal on a beach still trying to get away. She got an animal spirit that’ll fight to the death. How you gonna keep ‘er aginst her will? And if you let ‘er loose, she’ll kill you soon as lookit you.”

“Time will take care of that,” Bonner said. “I’m going to give her the “9 ½ Weeks” treatment, acclimate her to city life, lavish designer clothes and perfumes on her. She’ll come around, maybe even love me.”

Cowboy shook his head. “You’re crazier’n she is if you think that.”

“No. No, I’m taking her now. The exploration can wait.”

“Well, I ain’t havin’ a thing to do with this,” Cowboy said, and he mounted his horse.

“Fine with me,” Bonner said. “You more than earned your pay.”

Cowboy tipped his hat and wheeled ‘round. He looked back once, saw Bonner trying to drape his precious cargo over the mule and tie her on.

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Epilogue

The next morning Cowboy fixed his coffee and went out on the porch to enjoy it with the morning paper. He shook the paper out, sat back and there it was: Geologist Found Dead At Base of Burr Peak. His throat had been ripped apart and the neck bone gnawed to the point his head was half off. They were calling it a wild animal attack at this point.

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Fin

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25 responses to “Lunatic Beauty

  1. Heheh!! Probably just as well really, that relationship was going nowhere. I don’t think that gal was ever going to be impressed by expensive jewellery and designer clothes. :)

    • Ha! no, Steve, even though I know her only in passing, I know she wouldn’t! I’d love to get to know her better, though, know what the circumstances are and all that. I started toying with the idea awhile ago and I mean it had tentacles, great long ones with deadly suction cups. Maybe someday I’ll let them get me : )

    • Funny you should say that, Marc! In one of my drafts I wrote, “Cowboy reads about the savage death in the papers and thinks for two seconds about getting to the cave and pointing the way to the rare rock formation but he ain’t that type of guy…”

    • Too right, Helen! Bonner was already a piece of work, so anal retentive that I was surprised he could be diverted from his ulterior motive! But then, he does like things produced from the earth and there she sprang, all covered with lovely dirt!

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  3. You’d think a geologist would know the world didn’t revolve around him. For me, this was like tossing one of the John Carter of Mars novels in a blender with Romancing the Stone. It works!

    And yeah, the Cowboy was awesome — really made a good foil for how head-shakingly awful Bonner was.

    • Indeed, Katherine, you would think that! But like I wrote to Helen, the alluring dirt crystals sparkling on the lunatic beauty’s skin must’ve pushed Bonner over the edge! It was all so bizarre they might as well have been on Barsoom and I’m cracking up imagining an insanely fierce, badger-like Kathleen Turner!

  4. So much for the 9 1/2 weeks treatment! She must’ve had mighty strong pheromones! :)
    The prologue and epilogue worked very well with this Miss Alister, excellent work!

    • Nope, there’ll be none of that, and anyway once is enough with Rourke and Basinger on that tour of duty, I’m thinking – more like we’re rolling straight into something more Angel Heart here!
      I’m glad you commented on the prologue and epilogue, Deanna. I thought about that being a bit silly, normally reserved for books as it is, but then I thought with flash you do what you gotta do, i.e. take loads of liberties!

    • That’s for sure, you comedian, you! I always look at your comments around the FridayFlash town and they’re so much fun! You got a way, you do : )

  5. Written advice for all geologists out there: Stick with the rocks fellas! His scientific curiosity escalated beyond his grasp. Happy to see Cowboy had his wits with him.

    • Exactly! Good to see you, Cindy. I so much enjoyed your Dorley Cycle Part XII – I love rolling with the surreal and XII gave me that buzz. I want to do a little catch-up work over at your place as I find time.

  6. That’s what’ll happen when you think you’re bigger, better, smarter than you really are: something usually comes around to take you down a peg. Too bad for Bonner. It certainly took him down more than just one peg. Bravo for Cowboy: a man who knows his limitations.

    • That’s a fact. And I don’t even miss Bonner! Cowboy I’d miss, because he’s a cool dude.
      Thanks so much for coming by here for a look, Stephen. I can barely wait to see what you come up with this week : D

  7. Well he certainly found a wild jewel there even if it ended with his brutal demise. How could he not try to capture her for his keep, for she is a rare find. I loved this description: Her eyes were ice blue, so light as to nearly be white in contrast with her black lashes” Absolutely beautiful, Miss A.

    I’d like cowboy to go back and find out more of her. She intrigues me. :)

    • JULES! Where you been, girl? (does Five Days In A Tent in my reader answer the question? I’ll be over in a bit…) Loved your comment here! I’m a bit disturbed by your little hint, though. You would like me to face off with something that has great long tentacles with deadly suction cups? You would have me risk life and limb merely to sate your curiosity?
      OK.
      I’ll see what I can do :-D

      • Yes it was 5 days in a tent that killed me off!
        Oh I’d love you to come face to face with the tentacled mistress for I know you would be the one who got inside her delicious mind, her fierce temper, inner fear and mastered her completely :D

        • Well, Jules dahling, I did it last night. Looking at it this morning, what I got down reads like I have no clue what makes good fiction! Later on I’ll have a go at it and if I can get it ship-shape for FF I’ll post it. But as for LB, I think you’ll be disappointed… We’ll see!

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