Nitsua Eel

“I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem right.”

“I’m telling you the truth. The root cause of all the evil in Hamlet is the attraction between Hamlet and his mother. I know it sounds weird, but it’s in the subtext.”

“Ewwww . . . . That’s just . . . . disgusting.”

Ben chuckled to himself and turned to Lindsey.

“They never actually do anything. It’s just there . . . . the unspeakable attraction.”

Lindsey laughed nicely.

“Alright Horatio, just watch the road.”

Ben turned back to the road.

“I’m watching it. It’s not as if I could miss it.”

Lindsey gazed at Ben’s blue eyes. His eyes had always shown bright, even in the darkest of light. In the same manner, Lindsey’s long hair was always moving, even when she was not.

Ben glanced over at Lindsey and caught her looking at him.

“Hello.”

Ben said, chuckling.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I was thinking about something.”

Lindsey said quickly.

“Yeah. Me.”

Ben said with a wry smile. Lindsey laughed.

“Alright. Whatever. Just make sure that you take this next exit or we’ll be driving on this road forever.”

“Well, I suppose change is a good thing.”

Lindsey turned and looked at Ben. When Ben saw her looking, his eyes brightened.

“You’re not even trying to hide it now.”

“I was just thinking about your attempt to sound philosophical. ‘Change is a good thing.’ Original.”

“Well, what do you want from me? The ‘meaning of life’?”

Ben’s eyes were now sparkling.

“It would be a nice change from your usual generic philosophical teachings.”

Lindsey was so lively it seemed as if she would leap out of her seat.

“Fine, fine. I’ll just sit hear then and think. And when I discover the meaning of life, I’ll let ya know.”

Ben now turned his full attention back to the road.

“Thanks, Nietzsche.”

Lindsey said with a sweet, sarcastic smile.

The car smoothly took the exit ramp. The cabin was silent for the next several minutes.

“Here’s the party.”

Ben said as the car drove up the dusty drive.

The colored lights danced on the party-goers’ facers as they, too, danced. It seemed to the blue eyed boy and the long haired girl that the old farm house itself was dancing. But, Ben and Lindsey felt empty, almost – out of place.

“It’s almost a disappointment.”

Lindsey said, her long hair still.

“Yeah, it’s almost as if the drive here was better.”

Ben said, as his eyes slowly darkened.