Black Beauty by Constance Burris

Author:Constance Burris [Burris, Constance]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror; Fantasy
Publisher: B.E. Publications
Published: 2015-08-22T22:00:00+00:00

Monday morning, on her first full day of suspension, Latreece found herself outside of the witch's apartment. Granny left to refill her diabetes medicine. The storms from Saturday night were long gone, and the sticky, hot weather had returned. Industrial sized lawnmowers whirred somewhere near the back of Vista Apartments, and the air was thick with the smell of fresh cut, wet grass and exhaust fumes.

Latreece mustered her courage, took a deep breath, and knocked on apartment 180.

The woman on the other side of the door wore a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. "What do you want?" Jade asked.

"Yeah...Uh...," Latreece's voice quivered. "I wanted to know if you could help me with something."

Jade narrowed her eyes. "You're the girl that was messing with Shemeya the other day."

"Yeah. So?" Latreece folded her arms across her chest.

"What do you want?" Jade straightened and squared her shoulders.

It was too late to leave now. "I heard you could do things?" Latreece said.

Jade laughed, her freckles crinkling along her nose and cheeks. "You can't afford me."

"I have money." Latreece pulled out the two hundred and fifty dollars she'd been saving since her birthday. She had planned to use it for her and Sean's prom night, but that plan was dead and buried.

The humor disappeared from Jade's face, replaced with greed. "What is it you need?"

"Can you make my butt and chest bigger?"

Jade studied the money in Latreece's hand. "If I told you for two-hundred and fifty dollars I could grant any one of your heart's desires, would you still wish for bigger assets?"

"Yes," Latreece answered. She should have said the nice thing and wished for world peace. But there was no such thing. It was a hypothetical question beauty queens were asked in pageants. Latreece wasn't Miss America, and the world would never be happy. People like her mother would always choose pain. "But I'm giving you money, so that means you can't have my soul, or curse my granny, or anyone else in my family." The world may never be at happy, but having a bigger butt would get her closer to having inner peace.

"What exactly do you think I am?" Jade asked, her voice filled with curiosity and humor.

"A witch who helps some people but might curse others?" Latreece had thought of everything Granny had told her and remembered all the movies about witches she'd ever seen. She'd decided on a simple plan to make sure Crazy Jade wouldn't be able to curse her.

"Why come here, if you think I'd put a curse on you?"

"I don't know. Everyone comes here. And you're always nice to your son. You can't be all that bad," Latreece answered honestly.

"Come in and give me the money." Crazy Jade's shirt showed her midriff. Her stomach was flat, but stretch marks crept past the top of her jeans, but at least she had a nice sized butt.

Granny's threats about witchcraft and Sean's warnings about Crazy Jade were playing on repeat in her head, but she ignored them and stepped inside.

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