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    Big Mable's Curse
    Big Mable's Curse
    Big Mable's Curse
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    Big Mable's Curse

    By M. Demetrice

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    Big Mable, a former slave, remembers the day she was told the clothes on her back would become a permanent fixture. They, like her body, would eventually wither. She also remembers the day she was given the important task of issuing curses to the worthy and the deserved. After two centuries as Curse Giver, her body has finally declined into old age. Unable to shed the curse-giving energy, she sits in her rocking chair surrounded by photos of distant family, memories of a slave owner who loved her, and the man that denied her his love.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherM. Demetrice
    Release dateJul 19, 2015
    ISBN9781310177347
    Big Mable's Curse
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    M. Demetrice

    Indie Writer, M. Demetrice resides in Lufkin, TX and is the author of Multi-Genre Short Stories by a Woman Whose Husband Holds Her Purse. Her many works includes Sadie, The Olds, and Carrot Cain. For fun, she tutors the inspiring young in math and reading. She has a degree in Human Services from Angelina College and has incorporated resourceful information into her moving short story, Poetry’s AIDS. To learn more about M. Demetrice and read her published works, please visit her website at http://marlenahixson.wix.com/mdemetrice

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      Big Mable's Curse - M. Demetrice

      Big Mable’s Curse

      M. D e m e t r i c e

      Copyright © 2019 M. Demetrice

      To obtain permission to excerpt portions of the text, please contact the author at mdemetriceshortstories@yahoo.com.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

      Disclaimer: Some material in this book is for mature audiences only and contain strong content.

      Big Mable’s Curse

      M. D e m e t r i c e

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      She rarely left the house any more. Not even on Sundays when most good Christians went to church. Instead, she watched church sermons on the picture box. Kenneth Copeland or Creflo Dollar. Two pastors that made her shout from her timeworn rocking chair, made from the wood of a hanging tree.

      Because of her haggard, wrinkled, weathered appearance, and the homemade dress that made her look like a ninety-year-old woman that lived in the time of slavery, most surmised old age and the fragility that came with it, kept her home, however, that wasn’t the reason she stayed in – she stayed in for the protection of the community . . . and to keep her addiction at bay.

      The addiction unquenched, left her body uncontrollably trembling and crawling with the sensation of ants biting at her skin until she had no choice but to give in. And to give in was joyous. It felt better than catching the Holy Ghost. For the first seventy years or so, she kept a firm handle on her Curse Giving power but, then, the last seventy years got away from her. She would go two or three years before issuing a curse, then a month or two, then a week, until it spiraled into doing it almost daily. Many times she tried to fight it but it always won and the loser would be those that didn’t quite deserve the Curse Giver’s attention.

      She was a junkie having to have that precious hit. Yes, putting curses on others made her feel better than the best piece of bacon fat her Massa (back when she was a slave) gifted on the nights he loved her.

      Her Massa.

      Lately, she’s been thinking about him. I shouldn’t be thinking of him at all. He was the cause of my Curse, she tells herself while rocking to the sermon that has reached its crescendo. She shakes her head knowing that thought wasn’t entirely true.

      "The way he lived to grant me every wish a slave was allowed – which wasn’t much – speaks for itself." Big Mable’s voice cloaks the room that is scented with mothballs, old careless dusted furniture and hand-drawn photos of relatives that knew nothing of their family tie to her.

      On television, the pastor shouts out at the audience and boisterous clapping erupts. Mable hears through the clapping, Just as long as you were good to him at night.

      She nods and smacks her lips in agreement. Um, hum, he would show up damn near after night, right after the Missus was deep in slumber under the effects of Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup. The pastor shouts out to the audience Yes, he would!

      She knew the reason her old master was on

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