Something Borrowed (A Hotel Masticadores Halloween Special)
By Nigel Byng
PART TWO
I smirked. At least I had company for my final agonizing hours. I didn’t mind dying. Everyone kicked the bucket at some point. Old man Jimmy Henderson, died in the latrine, and his wife fell over when she found him later that day. What time I arrived at the gates of hell was irrelevant to me. And how I get there is of no consequence either. It could be on a huge demonic bat, or in the belly of a serpent, the fare was already paid in full.
“I’ll tell you what, Miss Abigail.” He smacked the cane on his leg, and it sounded wooden.
“How do you know my name?” I asked.
“I am willing to give you a chance at a long life.” He ignored me.
“Mister, those be the same words that Bishop Hillsong said when he groped my thigh.”
“A chance,” he continued, “to forego the pain, the scars, and an untimely death. And live for an eternity as the stunning, irresistible beauty that you truly are. With a few conditions, of course.”
“Are you sure you aren’t related to Bishop Hillsong?” I tore the sleeve off my tattered dress, nursing the wounds. “Ok, humor me.”
He squatted on a grave and looked up at me, “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.” He sang as he twirled his cane in his hand.
“And sixpence in my shoe. Look here, Bob. I am not looking for a fella. In case the news hasn’t reached your neck of the woods, I haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to love. So no thank you.”
He tapped the end of his cane against a marble headstone and hummed a sonnet often heard at gravesides. The implication is devastatingly obvious. I didn’t really wish to die.
“Alright. What’s in it for you?”
“A queen, a mistress, my terror to the men you’ll bewitch.” He hopped and skipped on the gravestones. “I ask only a soul this night each year, for this gift I give which is ever so rare.”
He made me laugh, as his eyes twinkled with mischievous glee. “I feel as though I’m making a deal with the devil.”
“If it looks like an apple and tastes like an apple.” He was the most animated man I had ever encountered. His hands and eyebrows did all the talking. But there was no way he could ever be old Lucifer.
“I’ll take it, on one condition.” I had nothing to lose.
“Name it, my lovely.” He touched the side of my face, and I could feel it beginning to heal.
“Tell me the name of the man who desires my hand.”
He produced a roll of paper from his breast pocket and pressed it out on the cold marble. A quill, and a bottle of ink, magically appeared.
“There ought to be no secrets between a man and his wife.” He winked at me and offered the quill.
“I only have three of the four things you requested.” I almost apologized.
“I’m a fair man. And I will never say no to an honest barter. Make me your counteroffer my dear.”
“Something Old.” I took off my one good shoe. “Something new.” I handed him the lace handkerchief Leon had gifted me.
“Two more, my fair lady.” He wiggled two fingers in my face.
“Hold your horses.” I took the sapphire I had tucked in my bosom. “Something blue.” I rested it gently in his hand.
“Something borrowed?” He asked.
“I am no magician. There isn’t anyone around for miles.”
“If you stick around long enough, the townsfolk will come to pray for those tucked away.” He pointed at the grave.
I nicked his broad hat with the plumage and placed it on my head. “There, I am borrowing this lovely hat. That’s four for four.”
He applauded slowly, then pointed to the spot on the page. “Then we have a deal, my lady.”
I signed my name, and he signed his in large letters right underneath mine.
“Lucy?” I pulled the paper closer to my eyes. “What kind of gentleman calls himself Lucy?”
With a wave of his hand, I was adorned in the prettiest silk gown. and could feel my entire body beginning to heal.
“You will need the hat.” He said, walking away while throwing a small pouch of boiled sweets at me.
“Why?”
“Three out of four. That means I meet you three-quarters of the way.”
I lifted the hat and felt the top of my head. The alteration had not been there before. Horns… I could swear that I had horns.
“Give it time.” He suggested, with a grin. “Make your first payment tonight when the parishioners come to pray. The horns will disappear. But the leg, that is the one-quarter that is lacking. I am a fair man after all.”
I felt my leg, and to my horror, I had the hoof of a bull in the place of my right leg. “Urgh!!”
He disappeared into the mist, just as the lanterns of the parishioners were entering the gates of the cemetery. It was the eve of all Soul’s Day, and I was stuck in the middle of a cemetery, with horns on my head, a hoof for feet, and on the run for the murder of a family. But I guess I was still lucky to be alive, and there was no way in hell, I was walking away from this deal. I would be tricking or treating some unlucky gentleman tonight. A girl has bills to pay.
Author’s Bio
Nigel Byng is a freelance writer, living in the USA. He recently contributed to Happiness in Unexpected Places; an anthology of stories compiled by authors and media professionals from across the globe. His writing can be found on Signs of the Times Australia; MasticadoresIndia, or on his personal blog www.hytsdaily.com where he displays his love of fiction and poetry under his pen name, Jerome Kenrick.
Thank you so much Nigel for this Halloween Special.
I am truly honored that you trusted your work with us. I have said this many times but I wills say it again you are such a brilliant story-teller and I can’t wait to see you publish your first collection of stories. The world has to read your work.
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Thank you so much Michelle. I’m a bit late today. But I’m forever present. It’s my pleasure writing for for Hotel Masticadores readers. 💪💜
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It is our honor to publish you Nigel.🙏🤗
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MasticadoresUSA awaits your submissions, too! ♥️ Sorry, Michelle! I couldn’t resist!
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😱😱😱 ohhh Nigel..you are in demand.
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I’m flattered and tired. But thanks for the connect. 😜💙
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It soon come, as we say back home. Thank you. 💙👏
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👍👏
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I couldn’t agree more with Mich, Nigel. I read your story out loud this morning and we were both waiting to see what would happen. Along the side of that grave yard watching like we were there. Just an amazingly entertaining story Nigel and I loved the way they bartered and how she discovered and felt what was happening to her. You are such a wonderful storyteller and we are so glad we get to read you here on HotelMasticadores. Thanks Mich and I hope you keep them coming. Big hugs and love from both of us!
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Thank you Joni. When readers tell me they enjoyed the take, then I know I did a good job. Always a pleasure getting feedback. You and Scott are awesome. Have a blessed day my dear.🙏💪💜
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❤️❤️
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Thank you so much Sadje.. appreciate you my dear. 💪💜
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Thank you so much Joni for reading Nigel here. He’s brilliance in undeniable and I can’t wait to read more of his future works.
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A very entertaining tale. Congratulations Nigel
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Thank you Sadje🙏❤️
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You’re most welcome
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Thank you so much Nigel for gracing our page with your brilliant story.🙏
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Excellent! Such a creative twist! 😀
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David
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Cheers David. Hearing tales of La Diablesse as a kid, made walking home at night quite an adventure. 💪🙏
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Thank you David🙏
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Nigel, you do justice to the stories of devilish deals. A twist that the mortal (and this reader) wasn’t expecting. Well crafted 🙂
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Thank you Dave. I wish I could write more stuff about Caribbean folklore. Always fun to write…and the kids love it. Appreciated the feedback bro. 🙏👏
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That is so true Dave. Thank you.
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Thank you so much, Dave. I’ve enjoyed writing about La Diablesse. I’ll work on more as soon as time permits. 💙👏
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Another great piece, Nigel. I enjoyed it!
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Thank you Nolcha. 🙏👏
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Thank you Nolcha🙏
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These Faustian pact stories are always intriguing. The tale of famed bluesman Robert Johnson has always fascinated me, regardless of its veracity. It occurs to me that it would «behoove» Abigail to invest plenty of caution in her own devil’s bargain. (A little pun in there somewhere 😀 ) Great writing as always, Nigel. 🙂
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Cheeky..😂😂.. Faustian pacts are always worth exploring, because they’re very enticing. You hear of the all the time. I don’t know what my response be to the irreverent proposal if it ever comes 😜
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This is such a beautifully written story, Nigel! ❤️❤️ I loved it! «La Diablesse» is one of my favorite characters 😊.
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Im delighted that you enjoyed it Alina. La Diablesse will have a continuation before Xmas, if Michelle fancies it. 😊
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Things are «heating» up. Lucy is short for Lucinda, I think 😁✌️
I love how well you describe things, Nigel. Easy for me to imagine the scene in my head. O can’t wait for the next one!
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Of course it’s Lucinda 😜… I will do my best to add more to this story. Happy hump day Maria. 💙💜
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Haha…happy hump day, Nigel!
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