The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
It happened at a gas station in Old Monterrey
by Amanda Worthington
I let my hair out and breathe deep
The gas fumes make me dizzy
But they are a welcome reprieve
From the staleness of the cab
The man-sick has lain old Roderick up
He whose truck I now drive through the gloom
Of whatever forsaken place we now grace with our presence
A part of me prays for the doom
Hopes he never awakens
Wants the open road for myself
Fears the birthing days that lie ahead
Better dead delivering hope than babies
Who are just more despair
With their hungry mouths and constant complaint
And air of dependence
.
I bear my sentence with dignity
I don’t know my cargo but I sense its weaponry of some kind
I swore I heard something howl from the trailer one night
It roused me at the wheel where I was fading fast
And I gulped my coffee and thanked it
And prayed for silence the rest of the way
And pulled off here at the Last Gas Station in Old Monterrey
.
You can make fuel out of anything
Crazy Cade liked to say
Before he took ill
And as I depleted the reservoir
I felt for those who would have nothing
With which to fill their tanks
And also feared their desperation
.
None of us were comfortable being still
We had to be always going, going, going
Delivering some godsend that would save our kind
.
To where or whom
No one really knew
Because those who arrived did not send word
Did not or could not
.
I knew only that complacency was man’s curse
And that I did not intend to follow them down into the sickbed
I began to pace along the brick wall
Waiting for the slow-pumping fuel to cease its flow
Wanting more than anything to be once more behind the wheel
.
A click sounded in the dark
I walked toward the truck
And did not see it follow
Did not feel it slip inside, unbidden
.
We are the hidden
And together we ride
In the guise of men
Who will fuel the hereafter
With their cries
.














Very cool poem, I loved the cadence and the subtle layers.
This has great pace and rhythm, building the ‘noir’ atmosphere which left me feeling uneasy and trying not look over my shoulder.