by Colleen Foley
I drove to the last house on a lightless
street, bathed in the bloody darkness of a yellow moon shining through
thick,overgrown, trees and the visages of one abandoned house after
I pulled a stoppered bottle out of my pocket and handed it to Seth.
“Listen, no matter what, you get that jar. Anoint it with this. Won’t work for me and it’s important.”
“Because little brother, my mojo’s borrowed - almost a fallacy. Only the real deal can do this.
“Nate, what’s in…”
“It’s a human soul. As big and bad as they get.”