Meanwhile on the bus. We stopped when the owl flew over our bus in the mid afternoon. Nicki said from the corner of her mouth that it must be some kind of a sign since these particular large white owls are strictly nocturnal and unless she was mistaken, the current consensus among other practitioners of the black arts would be that it was time to make camp. January disagreed, as she usually does, and since she was driving it took the rest of us, which would be me, I had to pee, Bones, who argued that he was hungry, and Courtney, also a local witch, who had no physical needs to take care of evidently because she just talked with her eyes through the rear view mirror to Jan, to convince her to pull over at the first side road we came to. Im not sure of the correspondence that January received through the black hat hotline but as sure as you cant spell slaughter without laughter Jans arms began to bend at the elbows which turned the steering wheel to the right. The bus imitated a giant caterpillar as its balding satiny rubber feet contacted the shoulders gravel and slid as if on magic marbles until an earthen opening posted as Seed Creek Road became overwhelmingly close, then amidst protest from the drivers seat the bus lumbered into a hard right, then settled just twenty feet or so off the main road. January was already heading down the buss narrow aisle toward an ever staring, ever focused Courtney who simply raised her right hand and as several dozen bracelets made of silver, brass, gold, leather and hemp slid down her now exposed forearm, previously draped in thick black sorcerer sleeves, this wand of flesh and fingers extended one lone thin index finger into the air as clinks and tings from her bracelets soon became quiet in an apparent attempt to enjoy the show about to begin. Still staring towards the charging Jan, whose pure white hair trailed behind like an escaping brides train, Courtneys finger slowly bent towards January. As if the proverbial light bulb went off in her head, that is if the proverbial bulb was made out of Satans eyeball, Jan stopped in her tracks, then muttered something unintelligible, turned her thin body clad in blue shorts and a white wool sweater around, and proceeded to return to her cockpit of sorts, but not after giving Courtney the finger. Courtney smiled and put her weapon of choice away.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 14:28:06 +0000
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