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Author's Note: This item was written for the "Daily Flash Fiction" contest on 8/19/2009, using these prompts: bank, pencil, camera.
(Word count: 297) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bayou Charmer "You gots enuff fo' dat charmer, tonight." "Fo' shore." The big, bear of a man took a slightly crushed flower bud out of his overalls. "What's dat?" asked the skinny man. "A special surprise. Allons!" The pirogue slid through the bayou in the darkness. They poled for fifteen minutes, until they came to a little cabin. Its windows glowed softly, and the men heard the sweet sound of zydeco music from a radio inside. The pirogue drifted silently in the shallows. When it stopped against the bank beneath the cabin, the large man hoisted a heavy burden on his shoulder, and slipped up to the cabin's rickety porch. He laid the burden down before the door, then placed the flower bud lagniappe on top. He knocked on the door, then turned and raced back to the boat. As the men glided toward the opposite bank, well out of range of the feeble lights, the big man turned to watch. The door of the cabin opened, and a young woman peered into the blackness. The big Cajun man felt his heart thud in anticipation. The woman looked down at her feet and saw a two meter snake carcass, freshly killed and sliced open to reveal shiny organs. In the center of the glossy meat, was a little flower bud. She bent, put the flower behind her ear and snatched up the dead snake. She opened a snaggly-toothed mouth and bit into the fresh meat. As she chewed, snake giblets dribbled out the corners of her mouth. The skinny man whispered, "Bon appetite! Don' cha wish ya had a camera?" "Shut yer yap, pencil neck." "Next fais do do, you tell her you da one an' you be gettin' bon gris-gris!" "Oui, she da best Voodoo Queen in da bayou."
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