The International Writers Magazine: Dreamscapes Fiction
Woman with the Hoofed Feet and the Woods- Part
must have bad experience with women, Brian," Teddy said...
A black Mercury
Sable was speeding up on highway 90 and its headlights were moving with
it like two laser beams. Three young men were inside talking, laughing
and their faces were shining dimly behind the windshield. The driver,
Willy, and the man sitting next to him, Brian, were in their early twenties.
They were young and they had fresh faces. The one sitting behind them,
Teddy, was a dinosaur compared to them, and the skin on the side of
his eyes had already developed some wrinkles. He was in his late thirties
and the sadness of his face, coupled up with his moustache, had added
up hefty extra years of aging. Brian and Willy were seniors at the University
of Minnesota and Teddy was a graduate, a lousy graduate student.
Teddy Heinz had graduated from college a long, long time ago and had
gone to work for a large corporation in Bloomington, Minnesota, to save
up money and buy a nice car and a house and live up the American dream.
He worked there for quite some time, before he realized the corporation
was nothing but a black hole full of shit and rotten wood. There was
a thick, glass ceiling overhead in that corporation, and whenever he
tried to climb up the corporate ladder, he would get bonked back to
his place. He tried and tried and one day he got sick of trying and
said to himself, `fuck it,' and went to register at the graduate school
of physics and astronomy. But graduate school wasn't easy either, for
no matter how hard he worked, or how well he organized himself, he would
always end up with a B.
One winter quarter, though he studied days and nights and lost a few
pounds, he got the same usual B. And when he went to the professor to
complain about it, the professor said it was a high B, but then when
he received his transcripts from the office of the registrar, they showed
only a lousy B.
The Mercury now went over a bump and all of them shook inside, wobbling
their heads. Brian moved his body around and produced a cigarette from
the inside of his jacket. He tapped it against the back of his thumb
and gently placed it between his lips. Brian was chubby and clumsy,
but his eyes always glowed with exaltation and pride.
Brian lighted up the cigarette with the car lighter and sucked powerfully
on his cigarette, sending all that smoke inside his lungs. He was a
heavy smoker and cared less for his health and for the health of others
around him. Nicotine had rendered his teeth yellow and his lips dark.
Through his mouth, he exhaled a large and warm plume and then looked
at Teddy. The plume climbed the air and spread under the ceiling of
the car like an octopus.
The Mercury Sable moved fast on that highway now and crossed over the
Missouri River. The river looked wide and dark, and the moon shone on
its slowly-moving waters and on the hills of its banks. The white goat
climbed on one of the hills and looked down at the highway. The Missouri
river was silent and you could feel it, mighty and powerful.
Brian rolled down the window and snapped the cigarette butt against
the wind. He then leaned over and pulled a can of Budweiser from underneath
his seat and right away cracked it open. It spurted and white foam hurried
itself out of it and rolled down the side of the can and dripped on
Brian's pants, between his legs.
"Do you love your wife, Teddy?" He asked, licking the side
of the can and sucking on the rim.
Teddy didn't want to answer, because he wasn't fond of Brian drinking
beer in the car. After all, it was illegal. But Brian cared less about
the indifference, so he turned around and asked Teddy again. "Teddy,
do you love your wife?"
"Of course, I love her," Teddy scowled. "We have a daughter
together, for chrissake! How about you? Do you love your girlfriend?"
"Me? Are you crazy?" Brian grinned. "I will never love
any woman. Women are just for pleasure, like horses for riding, and
cows for milking. Women are considered to be the life support of the
vagina. I'll never love any woman." He looked at his buddy, Willy,
and Willy nodded, agreeing and smiling. He was always agreeing.
"Your mother is a woman. Don't you love her?" Teddy asked
and leaned over and put both his elbows on both front seats.
"My mother died when I was six, and my father hardly cared for
me. He was an alcoholic, you know. He would sometimes come home drunk
and sit on me when I was sleeping on the couch. He almost cracked my
ribs once. You know what Freud said?" Brian sucked on the can like
a thirsty pig sucking on a water pipe.
"What did he say?" Teddy asked and Willy turned his face to
look at Brian.
"He said, `all women are whores, except my mother, by respect.'
I kind of agree with him on this one." Brian looked at Willy and
Willy nodded again, grinning.
"Are you sure, Freud said that?" Teddy asked.
"Of course, I'm sure! I read it!"
Teddy loved his mother, his wife, and daughter, and he was very mad
"You must have bad experience with women, Brian," Teddy said
and then noticed something funny about Willy's ears. Willy's right ear
was smaller than his left ear and some kinky hair was grown on its rim.
"What's wrong with your ear, Willy?" Teddy said and focused
on Willy's ear again to study it deeply.
"A dog took my ear when I was five," Willy explained.
"What do you mean by took your ear? It's still there!"
"When I was five, I hugged our neighbor's dog tightly and the dog
just went hysterical and snapped my ear like a cracker."
"Do you mean he ate it?" Teddy was laughing.
"He didn't just eat it, Teddy, he pooped it in the back yard under
the apple tree. Obviously, the doctors couldn't retrieve it and had
to cut some pieces from my leg and fixed me up this little one, here."
Willy looked at the rear-view mirror and he fingered the lump under
his ear lovingly.
Teddy leaned backward and his face hardly showed in the darkness of
the backseat and said, "Jesus. I've never heard such a weird story."
"It's not a story, Teddy," Willy said. "It's a fact."
The white goat looked at the car and hurried itself over the rolling
"You know what we do, Willy and I, at the U of M?" Brian asked.
"What do you do, Brian?" Teddy leaned forward again and looked
at both of them. He was somewhat interested.
"You see, Teddy. If you want to get laid, don't go to a bar or
a fraternity house too early in the night. You might get too drunk;
your dick wouldn't know what to do and would sag on you before you even
touch a woman. It happened to me once. I found me a good chick in a
bar-a very beautiful chick. She was as good as those damn Hollywood
actresses: tall, blond, long legs, big natural watermelons," Brian
gestured with his hands to indicate large breasts, "but then when
I wanted to crack her up, so to speak, my dick wouldn't stand an inch
to cooperate. It drooped on me like...like an old-man's dick. And after
the woman left me and I slept there alone for a while, my dick rose
up like a flag pole and became as hard as frozen salami."
Willy cracked up, laughing and Teddy smiled. Brian went on, "Women
don't like to go out with drunks, you know. They get scared of them.
They get scared, they become rapists. So what you got to do is go to
the bars late in the night, look for drunken girls, buy them a drink
or two to get them even more drunk, and then take them home, spread
their legs and shove the Johnson.
"You see, on Thursdays and Saturdays nights, during school time,
we'd wait till it's eleven, when it's really dark, and we'd go to the
fraternities. We would get free beer and look for drunken women, like
I said. Sometimes we would get lucky, we would find willing women and
we fuck them." Brian and Willy laughed hysterically, enjoying the
intensity of the word, fuck.
"How about unwilling women?" Teddy asked. His eyes were now
wide open and his neck, due to interest, grew longer through the collar
of his white shirt. Although Teddy was a married man, sex was a subject
he lacked a good deal of information.
"We fuck them, too." Brian said and laughed. He then looked
at Willy and Willy burst into a cascade of laughter and the Mercury
Sable went over the yellow line, but retreated back to safety.
Teddy wasn't laughing. He didn't find this funny.
"That's rape, Brian," criticized Teddy. "You can go to
jail for that."
"You see, Teddy. You're very...very stupid man. You marry one woman
and you stick to her like a leech. How would you feel if you have to
eat spaghetti for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? How would you feel if
you have to bang your wife's skinny cracked ass every now and then?
You know what I mean, Teddy? You see us, we're very smart. We like variety
of food as much as we like variety of women. Women are like food."
And he laughed. Willy burst into laughter again, and snaked the car
over the highway.
The woman with the hoofed feet was slowly walking on the right shoulder
of the highway and the wind was whining around her and playing with
"Look!" Willy pointed. "A woman!" He slowed the
car down and moved over to the shoulder. The woman with the hoofed feet
was walking steadily on her hooves and her hair was blowing in the wind
and her shoulders were straightened. Her hair was Swedish blond and
her eyes were sparkling blue like the background of a computer screen.
Her stomach was flat and her nose, small and pointed upward, looked
magnificent. Her neck was skinny and long like a fancy faucet, and her
bottom firm-very firm.
"Hey, woman, you need a lift?" Brian cried through the car
window. His eyes were following the woman, like the eyes of a submarine.
The woman didn't say anything; she just kept on walking, minding her
own business. A business nobody wants to know about, a business that
would make your hair stand.
"You're in the middle of nowhere, woman. Come on in!" Brian
Brian signaled to Willy with his head and the Mercury swerved to the
right, careening onto the gravel, and pulled over, shaking everybody
inside. Willy killed the engine. The woman quickly ran down the ditch
and disappeared, crashing into the brush with her heavy hooves. Brian
got out of the car and stood by the edge of the ditch, looking and hesitating
whether to chase her or go back to the car and forget about her. Willy
automatically followed him and stood by him like a sergeant would do
with a captain. Wherever Brian moved, Willy would follow. He was his
shadow, an obedient shadow. They were both attached with a string of
dependency. It was strange and even frightening, when the engine wasn't
running and the silence of darkness was settling in.
Teddy stuck his head out the back window and hollered, "Come on,
you guys!" He looked uncomfortable, sitting there by himself. "Let's
go! We've got a lot of driving ahead of us." He protested and collapsed,
sitting back in the back seat.
Willy buttoned up his jacket and pulled his pants up.
"Did you see how beautiful she was?" he said, tightening his
leather belt. "God, she was beautiful. We shouldn't let her go
like that." He mopped his mouth with the back of his hand and combed
his dark hair with his fingers and turned his head to look at Brian.
"You damn right, Willy. I'm not gonna let that sexy woman go away
A cloud of sin had enveloped his mind and his eyes became wide open
and bright with madness and starvation. He ran down the ditch now, his
arms flailing about him, and Willy clumsily followed him like if he
had been attached to him by an invisible rope.
In a single file, the two young men moved heavily across the brush of
the embankment and crashed into a vast, dark field. Straight ahead of
them, across the field, a large cluster of woods stood, covering the
bottom-half of the moon. The moon was large and white and you could
see its land configuration. The sky around it was pitching dark. From
here they could see the woman getting into the woods and slowly vanishing
into its darkness. It was almost unbelievable for that woman to reach
those woods that fast. It felt as though she had flown over that field
like a flying ghost.
The two men just kept on running and cared less how fast that woman
could run. Their minds were now in control and had given their bodies
the command to go forward. In their heart they knew they were trapped,
because an unexplainable force-field was sucking them into the darkness
of the woods, and even if they had changed their mind and wanted to
go back to their friend, Teddy, it would have been too late.
Teddy got out of the car and stood by the ditch, looking. A wolf howled
a long, domineering howl and Teddy quickly crawled back inside the car
and slammed the door shut and pushed down the lock button.
The two men, Brian first and Willy last, entered the woods and kept
on moving forward. The moon light slanted through the trees and shone
on their pale curious faces as they moved from tree to tree, pushing
leaves and branches away from their faces. The wind sang horror songs
through the trees all around them, and the violin of sin macabre began
to play the music of doom. Brian started to realize that it was not
worth it to go through all those woods, but it was too late now. It
was too late to back away.
Ahead of him, he heard a pistol-shot snap of a dry branch and paused
momentarily. He knew the woman was there, somewhere, and he didn't want
to follow her blindly, but he had to. The force-field was pulling them
to the center of a hungry black hole-a hole where they would never be
redeemed. They were getting sucked, foot by foot, inch by inch, into
the heart of the woods, believing it was their choice when in fact it
wasn't anymore. It was her choice.
There she was in the clearing under the moon light, standing still like
a totem pole, standing like a goddess of doom, staring at them with
no eyes. Her large hooves sunk in grass and mud, and her chest moved
up and down as she was heavily breathing. She wore dark wooden bracelets
on both forearms, and a triangle of gold on a chain around her neck.
They saw her and they instinctively knew she was a no human being. And
she was no ghost either, for they couldn't see through her body. Objects
behind her could not be seen. But, it was too late for them to wonder
what world she belonged to, or what mystical nation she had come from.
It was their lives they had to worry about now.
"Oh God, Brian, what is this?" Willy asked.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Brian said.
They both backed up and ran as fast as they could, crashing through
branches and briers as wild pigs would crash through corn fields. The
woman with the hoofed feet followed them, skirt flapping, hooves digging,
leaving a beaten trail behind her, her hair blowing in the wind, her
breath whistling in her throat, and her white and large horse teeth
showing, almost bright in that night. In a few seconds she reached them
and kicked Brian with her right hoof on the back, cracking his ribs,
and making him grunt with pain.
Brian fell to the ground and the woman quickly stood on him, her large
hooves pressing heavily against his chest and her face looking down
at him, grinning. She jumped high and landed on his chest, cracking
more ribs again. His heart leaped like a frog inside of him. She kept
on jumping on his body up and down and screaming aloud devilish scream.
Her scream was so loud that Teddy could hear it through the closed doors
of the car. Gooseflesh crept up on Teddy when he heard that deep, spooky
scream. He knew it was neither a human nor an animal scream.
Brian lay dead underneath her hooves, his chest caved in his clothes
and his eyes rolled up, showing white. Blood was rolling down his neck
from underneath his collar. The woman bent over and unzipped his pants.
Turning to claws, her right tendony hand dug in his crotch and cupped
the pouch of his balls. She sunk her claws into the skin of the pouch,
blood oozing, and snapped his balls, nerves, and skin. Brian's body
jerked up when she snatched his balls. Blood dripped from her flesh-loaded
hand. She grunted, and dropped his slimy testicles by his face and saved
the skin. She looked up, searching for Willy.
Willy crashed out of the woods now and ran into the clearing with a
speed he would have broken the national record, had he been timed. Above
in his chest, his heart was galloping like an Arabian horse, and below
on his feet, his shoes were sucking sticky mud. He saw a large paddle
of water in front of him and crashed through it like a torpedo, fearing
the woman would catch up with him if he ran around it. Willy now saw
a long trench in front of him and ran faster down into it and then slowly
up, breathing through his mouth. Even though he had never run like this
before, more momentum seemed to have been building up in him.
But the woman flew straight over the trench, her skirt flapping in the
wind, her hooves dangling heavily in air, and came right behind Willy
and kicked him hard on the back with the same fashion she had done Brian.
Willy flew twenty feet through air, splayed out like a bagpipe, and
landed on his belly with a sucking thud on the mud. She stood by him,
solid and strong, and rolled him over with her thick leg and stood on
him. Willy stared at her, breathless, scared green, but the woman cared
less for his emotions. She looked cold and desensitized when she was
on top of him. Her tongue was caught between her teeth, and the sockets
of her eyes were bulging, staring at him. She lifted her right big hoof
about a foot above his face, screamed that devilish scream of hers again,
and landed her hoof straight on his face. She kept her hoof pressing
against his face as though to suffocate him. Willy's chest heaved for
a moment and then slowly collapsed under her other hoof. She "hoofed"
him again and again and after he collapsed dead, she unzipped his pants
and castrated him. Two bloody testicles dropped by his dead face. The
woman with the hoofed feet saved the skin.
Teddy had already heard the woman's scream and locked himself in the
car. Willy had taken the car keys with him when he had left with Brian.
Teddy looked through the side window and saw the glow of the woman's
white shirt nearing through the field. Teddy began to pray in his head.
The glow of the white shirt was closer now, and it moved and bounced
over that field at high speed. The woman now was at clear view and ran
toward the car and climbed up the ditch and jumped on the hood of the
car, shaking it violently. Her hooves were planting against the bent
sheet of metal. Teddy's legs were shaking with fear when he saw those
hooves through the windshield. The woman screamed loud with all her
body and Teddy shook and plugged his ears with his hands. Her scream
was loud, long, almost deafening. Was that of the thousands of women,
probably the millions, who had gone through rape, torture, and death
for thousands of years? All the cries of those women sounded in unison.
Teddy quickly crossed himself, pulled a picture of his wife and daughter
and looked at it to say goodbye, but then for certain unknown reason,
the woman jumped off the hood and descended the ditch, leaving him unharmed.
Teddy felt the car moved when she had jumped off it. He couldn't look
up, but then after a moment, he did and saw that the glow of her shirt
had almost disappeared in the darkness of the field.
Teddy put his head down between his knees and kept on praying and praying
for almost fifteen minutes. Finally, he heard a voice in his mind saying
he wouldn't be harmed. Teddy turned on the hazard lights and waited
hours, locked up in the car before a state patrol pulled over behind
him. He was relieved, but still sweating when he saw the state patrol
car behind him, flashing the red white and blue.
© Sidi Cherkawi Benzahra Feb 2004
with Hoofed Feet
- Part One
Sidi C. Benzahra
I decided to confront my fear and go to the white shack - see all that
blood and gore.
Child Molester and the Sea
Sidi Cherkawi Benzahra
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