Stephany Simmons
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Voodoo Dues
CHAPTER 5 I couldn't decide if Lian was being smart, or if he was just an old fashioned coward. Helping Rene seemed like the right thing to do. Setting aside the whole Voodoo Mambo thing, she was a grandmother who'd just lost her grandson. Where I came from, you helped people like that out.
By Stephany Simmons5 years ago in Horror
Voodoo Dues
CHAPTER 3 Rene’s SUV was still sitting across the street from the bar when I arrived. I pushed the door buzzer chanting a mantra in my head, ‘Don’t look, don’t look!’ Lian answered the door looking more than rumpled. He had no jacket or vest on, his sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, his dark hair stuck up at odd angles like he’d been running his hands through it all night. He hadn’t shaved, the stubble looked like he was a quarter of the way to a full beard. Even his girly eyelashes couldn’t dent the masculinity of the morning’s look.
By Stephany Simmons5 years ago in Horror
Voodoo Dues
CHAPTER 4 Black shirt with black tie, or white shirt with black tie? The decision seemed insurmountable, agonizing even. It had consumed my morning. I stood as I had for the last hour, in front of the full length mirror, the two shirts in question on hangers, one in either hand.
By Stephany Simmons5 years ago in Horror
Voodoo Dues
CHAPTER 2 There were times that I regretted my decision to hire an employee. I smiled, watching Figg in my peripheral vision, clomping across the old pine floor in her ridiculous shoes. There were other times that I felt like I was paying her to force her company on me. Whatever it was, whether it was her influence or not, I'd begun to feel myself returning from the abyss. She certainly brought life and color to the place, even if that color did come from garish plaid, polyester pants and her bright red hair.
By Stephany Simmons5 years ago in Horror
Voodoo Dues
Lian was outside when I pulled up in front of the bar, he was studying one of the chalk symbols that appeared on the front walk every morning. He was also talking to himself. I stifled a smile as the one sided conversation seemed to become more heated. He gestured wildly, as he vented to the poor, defenseless sidewalk. Throwing up his hands, he turned and stalked back to the bar, his long-legged stride eating up the distance to the door before I could get out of the car.
By Stephany Simmons5 years ago in Horror
