Excerpt: The Coming

The black granite statue stands fifteen feet tall at her head, and one of her four arms is extended and waves a curved sword some distance above that. The stone is polished to a reflective gleam, and the morning sun bounces from the many angles and curves. It’s hard to tell just how tall it actually is standing atop the high flat bed of the semi trailer. The boom hitched to the rear of the short flat indicates to everyone looking that it’s no lightweight prop, no flimsy construct, whatever its purpose. No attempt has been made to cover the stone statue, no tarps or pads but for small squares of thick batting and heavy cardboard at pressure points under the numerous steel cables that anchor the behemoth to the tie downs set deeply into the flatbed trailer.
She is carved in glorious and heart stopping detail. A voracious and pitiless cannibal, her long tongue depends from sensuous smiling lips over tiny pointed teeth. Her eyes are wide open and gazing down on the gawkers. She dances gleefully upon a field of crushed and broken bones while holding a severed head, a bowl of blood and a noose in her other three hands. Her round breasts are bare, nipples clenched in arousal. She is voluptuous and erotic on a visceral level not found in skin mags or porn and exudes an irresistible sexual pull. Even these men who mock her beauty in fearful and judging words shift on their feet, jiggle a leg or pull at their trousers to hide the shapes of their stiffening cocks. Around her neck is a garland of skulls and the corpses of two children hang from her ears. A snake winds sinuously around her body from one shoulder cross-wise to her opposite hip and her short kilt is made up of bloody arms torn from the shoulders of her victims.
Kali Maa has arrived in Old Woman Springs.