September and Other Stories (Chapter 10, page 1 of 2)


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Chapter 10

It's my own fault. I shouldn't have been reading the Necronomicon on my lunch break. Silly me. I assumed people understood it was a work of fiction.

"You're really into all that witchcraft stuff, aren't you?" asks Tara.

"I'm not a practitioner, if that's what you're asking."

"But you know all about that stuff?"

"Well, I know some stuff."

"Do you know how to make voodoo dolls and stuff?"

I look at Cindy for help. She sips her coffee and pretends to read her magazine. "Theoretically, yeah. I guess."

"I want you to make one of Bob for me."

Cindy chokes on her coffee. I close my book. I try to fathom why she wants a voodoo doll of our supervisor. The earnest look on her face says she's not going to believe that I can't make one. I need a good story.

"Tara, do you realize the amount of time and effort involved? I'd need a personal effect, like hair or blood. How do you get that? You got a syringe in your purse?"

"Oh, I didn't know." She sulks away.

Three days later, she comes to me with a white envelope. "Would this work?" she says.

I open the envelope. Apparently Bob, who wore his hair back in a ponytail most of the summer, had removed the rubber band from his hair and thrown it in the trashcan. A knot of hair was attached to it.

So now the dilemma is: A. Tell her I have no clue how to make a voodoo doll or I just won't make the voodoo doll and have her mad at me. B. Make her a voodoo doll and when it doesn't work have her mad at me. C. Make her a voodoo doll and if it does work ...

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