La Malédiction des Léonins: Part 2 of 3
#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 Compass #MastoPrompt Coyote
“Thar she be,” the guide said as they emerged from the trees and reached the foot of a wide meadow. Woods #compassed the broad, flat expanse of wild grass. In the center were the ruins of a farmhouse and barn. To one side was a blighted apple orchard and a lone #coyote peering from its depths.
The guide pointed to the orchard and said, “Brats used ter steal apples thar. They all died of a burning fever.” Then he pointed to a lush green section in one corner of the field. "Beyond thar is a swamp. They say a heathen ghost do be haunting an island thar. Twas the last holdout of the Leonines, hereabouts. Except them get put on the reservation."
“It gives me the shivers,” D’Arcy said, covering her mouth. “So much history. Still, I set these things down for my nieces. They’re inclined toward that sort of reading.”
The guide turned to leave, only stopping when Sir James produced another coin.
“Used ter be a Leonines village. Folks burned um out. Thar medicine man were the last to go. Called up the Old Serpent, they say. Curse the bunch of them. Didn’t stop folks none, and a couple built that thar cabin. Died of pox. God rest thar souls. Weren’t uncommon, though, but folks still thunk the land were cursed. Then came some Germans. Only spoke thar own jabber. They done hung themselves. They be haunting the place too, if-in ya believe it. Told ya’ll about the little ones.”
“Couple summers ago, a priest down Lensburg way come up and tried casting the devil out. Proud as a peacock he were. He still be preaching. Screeching stuff full of cussing and crazy talk about a fiery salamander and how the dark be listening. Plum loco, they say. Devil got im I say.”
Ya’ll be best, ma’am not be sending that to no nieces. Satan has a way of sneaking in where he be spoke of.
“Jamesy, what do you think?” D’Arcy asked.
“Perfect.”
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Victorian #NMFic #SliceOfLife