Briona Dabney

Samedi

You would’ve thought the whole town was in Davinas backyard. War drums pounding to wake her ancestors. The yard shimmered with moonlight, making the dew on the grass sparkle. Four drummers on the left of the yard and four on the right. Two women danced surrounding the fire in conjur magic. There movements mocked the flames or it may have been the other way around. Joe was one of the tallest people she’d ever met and the towns most gifted Rootworker. Like a giant he stood 6’7 in the center of the yard with his famous saxophone playing Muddy Waters famous “Got my mojo working.” White paint dripping from his face, a red serpent along his forehead and bones ringing on both wrists. Tonight was a full moon and was perfect for the ritual. White sheets of cloth dances around the whole yard. Davinas skirt moved back and forth in the breeze.