Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

When I was showering earlier today. I spent the entire time thinking of a story. The main character was me or someone like me, though not exactly stated clearly in that way. The story would begin with a good friend coming over convincing the character to go out to a bar. This would reveal some simple character traits, the fact that he is not one who often goes to bars to pick up women etc. At the bar the friend would suddenly be surrounded by friends she had not seen in a while. And the main character, getting bored, would soon decide to leave. Somehow the narrative would imply the inner monologue or something... but right as he was about to leave, a woman would stop him, strike up a conversation. They would hit it off, but more in a friendly way... then deciding that the bar was not the place to get to know each other they would go for a walk and talk. More would come out about their backgrounds. Eventually the girl would ask if he wanted a ride home. She would drive to a very wooded area, he would protest but go along. Eventually she would park, and try to kiss him. I'm not sure if he would be into this or not, but while trying to kiss him she would take out a knife and begin stabbing him. He would go into shock and panic, try to get out. She would follow him and kill him. then pull his body off into the woods and leave him.
The story would continue several days later when an elderly couple found his body while out walking. Then the rest of the story would mostly deal with the way his death impacted his friends and family. The story would never be solved, only the audience would find out that the girl wanted to try something new. There would be no resolution.


This was inspired by a song by the hold steady.
I think it sounds pretty sick... but I was thinking how weird it is that we hear about men killing people randomly all the time but no one suspects women. I liked the idea that there wasn't really anything all that prepared, no motive, just random. The story after the killing would deal with how people respond differently to the seeming random horror of this life. Maybe they would all find out things about who the character was, that tarnished his name... but didn't necessarily make it make sense. Maybe there would be traces of a lead, but no one would ever be caught.


I think its funny that in the story I was thinking I should be the one killed.