Nilco and Kah were distinctly beings of flesh. Unlike animals of the Earth, they lacked that divine spark. Their eyes were yellow and small in comparison to that of the humans’. And yet their skulls seemed to have been plucked from discarded human remains. In place of the human noses and mouths were beak-like mounds of scared flesh. As there was no room for such beings in the physical worlds, Nilco and Kah spent most of their time between physical worlds, watching God’s blessed children destroy each other. Nilco and Kah sat hunched over their window to Earth, their bodies composed of dark, fatty pieces of carrion. Sounds of their frantic eating filled this otherwise empty space. Never ceasing to cram more dead meat down his beak, Nilco said to Kah with enthusiastic interest, “He doesn’t love her. She is like a piece of furniture to him. They live in his house. The furniture, the silverware – all his. And she is his wife. She’s a couch; She’s something to fill the space. She cooks for him and cleans after him.
But she isn’t innocent either. He is her meal ticket. She used to believe in love – real love.” Nilco coughed, choking for a second on a piece of meat. “Now she loves him because she has to, because she has nowhere else to go. But it can’t last forever. Humans grow bored with each other, weary of each other. He is already dissatisfied with her figure. And why not? All of the women in his life a super-models. Their husbands pay for their nose-jobs and breast lifts, and tummy tucks.” Nilco’s enjoyment of the observation was apparent in his gleeful tone. “But she’s not like his friend’s wives. She wasn’t raised with money.” “She has plenty of it now.”, Kah interjected. “But it’s not her’s.”, Nilco continued, “She has to ask for everything. She can’t go shopping without his credit card. She can’t even leave the house without asking permission. And can you imagine if dinner were to be late?” Kah laughed, “That wouldn’t be good.” “No.”, Nilco replied, “He would loose his mind. Everything must be in order – Everything in its place. Everything must be exactly the way he wants it. But it can’t last forever. Nope, not forever.” “She’s not going to leave him.”, Kah said, “She has financial stability. And that is a powerful motivator. And he won’t screw up his perfect little life with another divorce. No. They have settled for each other.” The sounds of frantic gnawing continued. “But she can have financial stability without him.”, Nilco suggested, “Suppose he had a hunting accident.” “Be serious!”, Kah demanded angrily. “No. think about it.”, Nilco continued, “Who would suspect her? She could have all of the freedom and financial stability she wanted.” “She’s not that kind of human.”, Kah said, “Even if she wanted to, her conscience wouldn’t let her.” “I don’t know.”, Nilco replied, “She may not be desperate yet. But I have a feeling she’ll find the strength.” “You’re on!” A long mass of decaying, fatty tissue raised from the right side of Kah’s body. Nilco lifted a similar mass to meet Kah’s. “And the terms?”, Kah asked. “When that man dies, you eat crow.”, Nilco replied.
Years passed and the couple drifted away from each other. The man insisted the woman continue to have elective surgery to preserve her young appearance. After a violent allergic reaction to anesthetics, the woman was no longer willing to undergo these surgeries to keep her husband happy. The physical relationship faded as the woman felt unattractive to her husband. The man spent more and more time at work. The woman began feeling isolated and trapped. “It’s only a matter of time now,” Nilco said. “It’s not over yet.”, Kah replied. One evening, while at a social function at the country club, the man and the woman found themselves rather inebriated. suspending their concern for how they were viewed by others there, the two began making out there in the dinning area. They were both ready to explode with sexual energy. In a stupor, the man piloted his BMW as his wife pleasured him from the passenger seat. In spite several close-calls, the couple made it to the man’s home safely. In the bedroom, the woman disrobed as the man lay back, his elbows propping him up on the bed. As she removed her skirt, she saw disgust in his eyeIn a fit of embarrassment, she quickly covered herself and left the room. It was not uncommon for her to spend the night in the guest bedroom. A few moments later, the man thrust open the door to the guest bedroom. He was going to get what he wanted from her. She said sternly, “Go to bed! You’re drunk!” He was beyond speaking. He threw her to the bed and shoved his hand between her legs. She screamed, “Stop!”, but he refused. In a panic, the woman grabbed the ashtray from the night stand and smashed him over the head with it. She released a sigh of relief. He was out cold. No… Was he?… He was dead! Her head back against the pillow, tears began to flow down both sides of her face, to the silk pillow sham. The man, her husband, was no longer a part of this body that lie on top of her.
Kah sighed and Nilco laughed in delight. The man’s spirit took the shape of a crow. But the crow wouldn’t make it to the afterlife. No. Crows are stupid… and easily captured. Frantic eating sounds filled the emptiness. Sitting back away from their window, Kah burped and let out a painful groan. But Nilco remained fixed on the window, “She really is too young to be so fat”, Nilco said between bites, “I wonder if she’ll ever meet someone.”