Juan of the Dead by Jacalyn Boggs

Author:Jacalyn Boggs
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Parnormal Romance
Publisher: Corrugated Sky Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

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chapter fifteen

How I survived the bumpy ride in a beater truck along roads resembling a post- apocalyptic nightmare, I'd never know. We got to our destination and that's all that mattered. I suffered no broken bones, and a quick inspection showed no bruising. I considered myself lucky. As we helped Leahonia and her family down out of the bed of the truck, I noticed they seemed none the worse for wear, either.

I wasn't sure what I expected, other than some juxtaposition of my American view of Halloween with a Mexican backdrop. It wasn't like that, but it was interesting.

We parked on the outskirts of a rundown town and walked in. I looked at my feet, thankful for the sandals that Leahonia found me that morning. There's no way I could’ve handled all that walking in my one and only pair of Choos. Lesson learned - next time you go off for the back end of nowhere, wear a trusty pair of sneakers. You never knew when you were going to die and get stranded. But I wasn’t going all sensible. Oh no. I could get a pair of sneakers and still look good. Wait till I figured out how to replace my Amex. My credit card was going to get a workout.

It was still early in the day, so the festivities weren't in full bloom yet. I was assured that as the day progressed, the excitement would truly begin. Fine by me. It may have been called Day of the Dead, but who wanted to do spooky stuff in the middle of the day? Bring on the night! Besides, I lived for the nightlife!

I was able to watch people set up tables with displays as I quietly walked through the small town. The splash of color and cheerful laughter filled my heart with joy. These people knew how to make the best of death - they celebrated!

Finally, my curiosity got the better of me. “Jon, what are they doing to their doors?”

“It's for the Altar Contest.” As usual, his answer didn't hold a lot of information.

“New girl. No clue. Altar for what?” The thought of an altar didn't fill me with a lot of good memories. Not after that gross cootie one from the temple.

“The locals have this contest. It's pretty cool. The winners in each little area actually travel to Merida. Anyway, the altars they decorate by their doors are for the dead.”

“And just why do they have an altar for the dead? What do they plan to do with the altar?” My mind flashed back to the one that Jon so recently used for a dead person – me!

“Oh, they are for show. It is the place they use to honor their loved ones. See, like this one,” he gestured to one before us.

I looked at the altar, little more than a small table. Covering it was a handmade cloth with exquisite detail work. Along the edge of the cloth, forming a circle, were embroidered yellow and pink flowers.

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