Last Sunday. She walked into Mr. Medric's store. She was coal black. Her dress was as red as her lipstick. She wore a big purple hat. That's what Octavia said. You know Octavia from Jeanerette. She used to work in the meat department at Robin's. Mr. Medric only remembered that she ordered a Coca-Cola and gave him two quarters. He remembers how they pay. In 35 years, he's been robbed 77 times. She sat down on the cypress bench and took off her red shoes and rubbed her big toe. Octavia asked her where she was going. She said she was on her way to see somebody.
David was telling me this at the bar. I was sipping a Coors Light. He said you know Octavia can be nosey. He said the lady sipped her coke, rubbed her toe. She got up and left. Two seconds later, Bubba Hendricks walked in. He said that he saw a lady in a purple hat walk into the cane rows and disappear. David said well, she was just here and said she was going to see somebody. Bubba said well whoever she saw musta swallowed her up. She ain't nowhere to be seen.
Octavia is still talking about it to everybody. She said they saw the ghost of Thibodaux Louis's wife. She caught him with another woman back at the mule barn. They were in the hay rolling around. She left and went and found a meat cleaver. Somebody saw her walk into the barn but she never walked out. No one did.
After a while, I ordered another beer. David said if you don't believe me ax Medric about that magnolia that was on the cypress bench. I said he already told me. Octavia too. She said the lady got up, went out the door and left a magnolia. Bubba Henricks sat on it.
That was my Tuesday. Thank you. Salud.


Comments: 34
Brilliant, woman. I loved it.
Good to see you around.
the Short Shorts are HARD!
Wow. I want to run out that door into the cane fields. A beautiful short story in all respects.
Keep on writing your wonderful stories!
Cheers,
Colonel Possum
It's really good to see you. It's been too long.
Been missing you. Been too busy here in So Cal....but I've got you on my RSS feed, so you're never far off. Have a glass of ice cold gin for me....a lots of lime and a deep breath with your nose stuck way down inside the glass - to take it all in. The fragrance of summer out in the yard watching the chickens scratch as the sun slides down.
Blessings - - hope to hear from you soon. = )
Miz Judy G. I love your comment - it's a story in itself - yes, indeed there was a nice breeze blowing off the porch at Mr. Medric's - I will try to post pictures tomorrow. And, I did a little numerical faux faux - it's since 1935, he's been robbed 77 times - he's 92- Now, I only drink those tiny little Millers or a glass of merlot but that is a great description of gin!! Sending thoughts to you Miz Judy G. and to everyone thank you - I shall comment more on the comments later! Salud.
I sat here hanging on every word. "For real?" I mumbled out loud.
Great story~MORE!!!
Love, light, and blessings~Mama T
Loved this bit of mystery.
This was a great story, I'd LOVE to read the whole version!