The Witchdoctor

"Shit!" I said. I stepped in a pothole. This is precisely what I get for wearing platformed sandals in the rain. Then again, how am I supposed to wear my springtime duds when this town is dreary six days out of a seven day week?

I was about a block away from Aberdeen's brothel when out of nowhere those crazy Christian people from the storefront church came running around the corner like a pack of hyena's. Well, minus the noise. They were abnormally quiet when turning that corner. Like they were up to something.

"Street trash!", one of them yelled out as I passed the crowd.

"You Overweight, mom-jean wearing, dowdy housewife!!! Don't thing that I am not afraid to slap you. What kind of Christian calls people that?"

I didn't stay to hear the ignorant response she had in store. They looked like they were heading for the library. Who cares.

Before I could knock on the door, Abbie opened it. The sound of Martini shakers and Mambo blasted out of the room.

"Reneeeeeee dahhhling!" she slurred as she took my fur (it was Fendi), "I was hopping that you would make it here soon. I know how afraid you are of thunder. Before I forget I brought you some candy!"

"Did someone say my naaaame?", Kandi said while she sashayed over while simultaneously balancing her cocktail. I proceeded to give her a cheek to cheek.

"No dear, I was simply telling Renee here about the treats I have obtained for the festivities!" She responded as she handed me an elaborate platinum pillbox.

"Lauryn honey, mix up something nice for Renee please!"

After taking a "bump", I sat on the couch and sipped my martini, slowly drifting away into euphoria. The music changed up to bass pumping house, and everyone began to dance. I didn't really care for some of the tasteless women in the room, so I roamed around the antique shop. Then I heard a knock on the door. It was Mr. Doestein, the old Jew guy from the deli.

"Quick, there's a fire at the library!", he said with a stutter.

I didn't even have to ask who started it. I already knew. I ran inside and gathered the girls. We all ran outside towards the Library. Most of us scantly clad. Doped up and wasted. The rain drenching out clothes and our hair. While we danced in the streets, pretending to hear the bass of the house music. We passed a broken down tour bus with what seemed full of Orientals. They curiously followed us to the back lot of the library.

When we got there it was far from a full blown fire. In fact it was controlled. No more than a bonfire. It was alluring. The reds and oranges evoked a sense of passion in us, and we began to dance. All of us singing different songs, and throwing liquor given to us by the local bums in the fire to make it appear bigger. I couldn't help but hike up my skirt and spin, letting the wind catch it like it would catch a dream catcher. Head back. Eyes closed. Letting the rain hit my face. I forgot I was even there.

"...Shes a dude!"

Catching myself I stop dancing and lower my skirt to its original position. Everyone was staring at me. Many with looks of awe. Disgust. Some even laughing. I didn't know what to do, nor say. I just stood there. Staring.

Out of nowhere a Bible came flying across the lot, hitting me on the left side of my face. I Couldn't help but cry, but the rain falling hid my tears. Aberdeen ran towards me, holding me in a comforting way, as I broke down in silent sobs. Nobody had ever seen me cry. The Christians began to riot, screaming and chastising me. The orientals were taking pictures, while the girls helped me get up from the ground. People cleared a path while I was draped between Kandi and Abbie, barely standing on my own, whiled the dragged me through the crowd, back to the house...