Tracy R Sowell

Cursed by It

My brother married a witch. I don't know if that's politically correct to say in these times and I definitely don't like to offend people. Okay, she's a bitch. Anyway. I was stuck in Texas with my Mom a few years ago and desperate to get away. Get anywhere, I guess, to the point that I asked my brother to come rescue me. He drove his work van all the way from Jacksonville, Florida to Houston, Texas to get me. My brother is a very good person. He got to spend some quality time with my Mom while he was there so they both enjoyed that. The morning of, we left early to try and get the trip finished in one day and still be able to sight see. We stopped in Alabama to see the ship that was at port and turned into a museum. We had a really good time. Except.... My brother talked incessantly the entire trip. Very loudly and very erratically. An hour after us hitting the road, I had to get him to pull over to get me a case of beer. His frenzied behavior was giving me a lot of anxiety. I was thinking maybe he was happy to see me. He was. But a couple of years later I started realizing it was something else entirely. Something that I would never imagine. Could never imagine. Something to make your skin crawl, lose your hair in clumps, and see blood come out of your body. Literally.