For the Writober Prompt: MUTILATION

Artists Unknown

Bonnie Crane dreams about setting people on fire.

In her dreams she always wears a big  yellow floppy sunhat and sunglasses with wide white frames, she carries a beach bag in one hand and a bottle of soda in the other and when she crossed paths with somebody- anybody- like in her dreams  about Lady in the Blue Dress – she would put the light green bottle of soda in her beach bag.

She could hear it fizzing inside of her bag, just a little.

Bonnie would smile and the person- The Lady In The Blue Dress for example- would smile back. She would squint as if Bonnie Crane was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life and the sight of Bonnie was too much to bear.

The Lady in The Blue Dress would smile wider and wider  as they got closer to each other.  Beads of sweat popped out on her forehead and cheeks. The clear droplets of water would stream and pool along her jawline and crawl down her neck. Then in a single breath the sweat on her face would dry and sparkle on her skin  when she  came to face Bonnie Crane.

Bonnie would lay one warm hand on the person’s arm and as her hand got warmer and warmer and she felt, she could almost taste, the smell of the flesh bubbling and melting under her long fingers.

The smoldering  but not quite burning  Lady in the Blue  Dress would tilt her chin up, and Bonnie would lean in closer and just before Bonnie’s lips touched the Lady’s cheek-

POOF.

Up she, or sometimes it was a he went  and sometimes Bonnie didn’t really see who she dreamed of setting on fire. It didn’t matter. Bonnie just liked to watch them burn. Then  Bonnie would reach into her beach bag and pull out a bag of marshmallows and long pointed bamboo skewers. She would tear the bag open with her teeth and fish a marshmallow out with her tongue.

The sweet little pillow made of sugar would start to melt before it was all the  way in her mouth and Bonnie would stand there in bliss with her mouth full of melting sugar she started to feel a little sad. After all, she knew this was only a dream.

In her dream that could end at any second,  as Bonnie watched her victim sizzle and sweat she would take one of the skewers and jab them along the crown of her victims head and then she would pop a marshmallow on the stick. She would stand back and sometimes she would take a little sniff and then…

she would wake up.

Sometimes Bonnie Crane dreams about wearing a big floppy yellow sun hat, sometimes in her dreams she is wearing sunglasses with wide white plastic frames.

But when she is awake and she is  suspended and  burning in a pitch black sky  and staring down at the small cool  blue dot to far away for her to actually touch, she dreams about setting it and everything on it on fire.