Now That Dear Friends, Is Swamp Music

From a prompt that I came up with a while back on another site...Just a bit of silliness

   He slipped in the door through a sliver of a shadow, teeth clenched, the veins on the side of his neck as visible as rivers on a map. The voodoo priestess looked at him and shook her head.

 

     "Oh no, not you, you need to git on outta here baby boy, I am not gettin' mixed in any of your nonsense again."

 

    He sat back and pulled a plug from his shirt pocket, biting off a sizable chunk and chewing vigorously.

 

    "I done fucked up Charley, you gotta help me....the curse of the toads is on me somethin' fierce."

 

    He pulled up his sleeve and Charly could see the skin on his forearm turning a dull green brown.

 

    "Who did this too you baby boy....this is bad, and I ain't talking food poisoning bad, I'm talking black magic bad." She took a closer look and shivered. As she leaned in she could smell a musty, muddy odor coming off him, a swamp smell.

 

    "Coal Black, what in the hell have you done?"

 

    "Just fix me Charly... I don't want to be no damn toad." He began to whimper and scratch at his arm.

 

    "Who done this Coal and why?"

 

    "It was Mama Zen, I swear it." Charly flinched, she looked nervous and began to curse under her breath. She knew Mama Zen had strong magic, and the backing of the Iberville Saints.

 

    "Now why you gotta go and and cross that black cats path for, you ain't nuttin' but a fool."

 

    "I took it Charly, I didn't want too, but them words was pretty. Pretty like snow pretty Charly, prettier than that girl on Bourbon that don't wear nuttin' but paint on her b***s."

 

    "Whose words baby boy, whose words you done stole?" She glared him with narrowed eyes probing.

 

    "South Africa," he said in a whisper.

 

    Her breath caught and she shook her head violently.

 

    "No, no, no, Jesus no." She began to cry. She knew beauty, and she knew magic, and what she really knew was that there was no saving Coal Black.

 

    "Go get my keys boy, I'm  taking ya to Lil' Ones place..... tonight."

 

    "Why Lil' Ones Charly, is it safe there?"

 

    "No baby boy, but he's got a real nice garden."

Author's Note

Nawlins' born and bred. Not me, the story.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

On my hour-and-a-half bus ride (one way) back in high school, we picked up this native-looking girl from in front of a remote hole-in-the-wall restaurant called "The Voodoo Room" . . . rumor was her mom was a Jehovah's Witness (whatever that was, I thought back then!) I have been wanting to write a ditty about this snapshot of a voodoo sister & your great story here gives me great inspiration. You have the most unusual way of crafting a story to highlight unusual folks! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[angel]

I would like to read more of this. Is there any?

[Crowley]

No, this was just a little piece for a prompt over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and the characters are predicated on some of the folks on that site. But glad you liked it anyway!!! Thanks!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Well from a northerners P.O.V! LOL Sha you don gon an rot a fary tale!

[Crowley]

lol...yeah this was the finishing touches of a prompt with a bunch of folks at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads blog site. IU used to hang there a lot til I got booted out of membership and now I still hang there every once in a while.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

It's ok...i got shook from the tree...had an issue with my sultriness...pfft...had an issue cause I wouldn't show them my goodies for beads!