Parrot On the Phone

"Hope they all make it back from the beach," she whispered.

"I'm prayin' real hard, right now," Layla answered.

"Hey, see if you can find some batteries for this radio"

"Where?"

"Try the desk drawer by the window"

"Oh,no"

"What?"

"I didn't know you was goin' out with them," Layla said.


"With who?"

"You know who"

"Oh, those guys from Taterville?"

"Um"

"Hey, that's just a picture, Layla, we were just goofin' around"

"Sure you were?"

"Okay, we did go over to the Satellite Club one Friday night, but what nothin' but somethin' to do, those guys play around too much for me, if ya know what I mean?"

It seemed like the rain slackened off a little and the wind died down to. The lights started to flicker like they were coming back on. The TV did come on, but there was nothing on but fuzzy, scratchy looking greenish tinted nothingness. Jahneesha peeked out through the blinds. There was an egret dancing right near the ditch and a parrot perched on a telephone pole right across the street.

"Where in the world did all these strange creatures come from?" asked Layla.

"Don't know."

The phone rang. Jahneesha jumped. She thought the phone lines were down. Damn, this is one funky day, she thought to herself.

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Lucky Mojo

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It's still hard to believe Jackson and Roosevelt were really going to catch and bring some purple armadillos over. I never thought there was such a thing, but then I've never seen an armadillo in-person. Every single armadillo I've ever seen was in a science book or movie and they don't even hae any of them in the zoo. Linda told me the armadillos were on their way from Texas heading to South Carolina and that they had gotten as far as Valdosta, Georgia. None of them I ever heard of were purple though. Then again, anything is possible, I guess. Let me see if I can find my old Bob Marley LP, Natty Dread and play that "Rebel Music" song. The whole album gets me in a more mellow mood. I hope those guys make it back before everything around this part of South Carolina is under 6 feet of water. I don't want my mojo to get wet and don't want to take a chance of anyone getting their hands on it. I need all the luck I can get right now.

oak tree breeze

Not too many folks on the road right now, Sara glanced out the front living room window and noticed a huge live oak tree bending in the breeze. The tree must weigh 2 or 3 tons and if it crashed into the house it would do some heavy damage. The lights flickered and so she reached in the coleman cooler and pulled out a bottle of Boone's Farm. She screwed off the top and guzzled a sip, then twisted her face into a pretzel grimace as she swallowed the wine. She grabbed a Virginia Slim menthol from her purse and lit it with Fred's silver Zippo.

Sunday Night Late

She waited for Shyla to get back from the Zippy Mart. Those batteries gonna cost $5 or more, but we got no choice, she thought. It's gonna be a long time before the power comes back on and it's hard to get around without any light. We should be able to listen to the radio maybe pick up the weather forecast or something. The storm is supposed to hit Georgetown,Myrtle Beach, or Charleston and how bad it gets here will depend on exactly where it hits. It could skirt the coast and hit the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Cape Hatteras usually gets hit but it could come here.

Hurry,Shyla,hurry.