Tuesday, August 19, 2008

The Soucouyant - Chapter 4

“A bottle you say?” Matthew mutely nodded his head. “What color bottle?” asked Sinclair. “How I supposed to know? What difference that make anyhow?” Sinclair grinned at Matthew. It was in no way, shape or form a friendly grin. “Boy, where you come from? You ain’t got no sense? The color of the bottle makes all the difference!”

“Sinclair, I don’t know what you talking about, nobody ain’t say nothing about the color.” murmured Matthew. He rocked back on his heels totally confused by Sinclair’s stubborn demand. Color? He thought to himself. Why he carrying on so about the color? Sinclair grabbed him by his collar and began to shake him forcefully. “You have to tell me now, you hear? What color was the bottle? Anybody touch it? Anybody even go near it?” A chill started to work its way up Matthew’s spine. “What going to happen if somebody touch it? What, it voodoo or something?” asked Matthew, horrorstruck.

This whole episode was getting to be too much for him to handle. Something really wrong was going on here. Something sinister, and Matthew wanted only to get away from this man who seemed to be going round the bend right before his eyes.

“Sinclair, lemme go now, I don’t know nothing else. You scaring me! I want to go home. Let me go!” Sinclair’s hands dropped from Matthew’s neck and he stepped back, putting distance between them. He didn’t offer any explanations for his fit of temper. He just stood there with a wary look in his eyes. His demeanor was that of a man doomed, without hope of salvation.

This attitude alarmed Matthew, as he’d never seen Sinclair even the smallest bit scared. What have I gotten myself into, he thought to himself, surely he’s fooling with me? Trying to get me worked up so that I would tell him more? Still…

Matthew put his hand in his pocket and slowly withdrew an object, which he solemnly offered up to Sinclair. “See for yourself what color it is.” Sinclair’s heart fell to his feet as he stared in anguished amazement at the bottle that Matthew was holding in his hands.

Caribbean (St. Maarten) Slang Definition

Look for black sheep before dark: Make hay while the sun shines