First You Make A Roux

Copyright: Mary Shipman
Copyright: Mary Shipman
They make a pact to never go back
Now that their mother is dead
To the ramshackle shack on the side of the track
Where mortals dare not tread
 
Haunting echoes, wicked cackles
Follow them over the hill
Through urban slums where a blind man hums
Until he feels a chill
 
“Sisters crossing,” whispers he, “seeking youth and vitality
A new home to concoct their brew”
He holds his breath for fear of death
Should they settle for old-man stew
 
Wretched days ahead of them
Wait behind the door
Of the house of Wanda Thibodeaux
Their mother’s sister, the whore
 

It’s summer rerun week on Friday Fictioneers, but since I wasn’t contributing when this prompt was originally used, this is a new offering from me. It seems that the photo provided by Mary Shipman has prompted some creepy stories. Check them out here.

Ads below this post are NOT endorsed by HonieBriggs.com. This work of fiction is NOT in any way suggesting that any real person named Wanda Thibodeaux is a whore.

45 thoughts on “First You Make A Roux

  1. Honie, Great poem with dark humor. There’s not going to be much improvement in the girl’s lives. I don’t know which is worse, a whore or a witch. I guess there are good sides and bad to both of them. Well written. 🙂 —Susan

    1. You’re right. I don’t feel too sorry for them though, I think they might have killed their mother. It may be Wanda who is in for a surprise. Ha! Dark humor, I didn’t think of that.

  2. I enjoyed the poem, and loved the title. I always struggle with titles but this was one that made me want to read on (which is, after all, what titles should do!). Thanks 🙂

    1. Dear Rochelle,
      It almost makes you feel sorry for the poor things, doesn’t it? Maybe not too sorry. Thanks Rochelle, for taking the time to read and comment during your hiatus.
      With Much Appreciation,
      Honie

  3. Honie, this is wonderful! I started last September, so these are all new for me, and yes the old wall paper does seem to elicit “creepy.” This poem, however, is so original and clever! I was so sure it was based on some real-life story, that I Googled Wanda Thibodeaux, only to find a whole bunch of benign looking ladies, who have nothing to do with your wild and wooly tale! Great job! Hope your move went well and you’re settling in for a hot TX summer? I’m playing perpetual catch up, and I’m sure I missed your update, but wishing you well in your new place. 🙂

    1. Hey Dawn. Thanks! Yes, I did the same thing, Googled the name and found those same ladies. Hence the disclaimer should someone become inflamed about their name being connected to a fictional whore. It happens.

      The move. There are still pictures to be hung and more settling in to do, but it is beginning to feel like home. The back patio is now screened. So, until blinking begins to cause spontaneous combustion, which happens at some point every summer, we will be enjoying the great outdoors in mosquito free comfort.

    1. Well, that’s a very nice compliment you’ve given me. This one really did begin as prose, and for some reason the rhythm of it became all Swahili like and fell right into place.

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