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Gerard Houarner is off beat, off track, and out of step with the world. He likes it that way. Us folk what like him, like him that way. His unique way of telling a tale comes into play in this oddly catchy story

 

Gerard Houarner's
The Door
Copyright 2000 Gerard Houarner

Image design by Feo Amante

 

Knock! Knock!

Who there?

A question.

I don't open no door to no question.

That's not the right answer.

HaHa. You not the right one to be knocking on this door. And when you send the right one knocking, you don't give him a question. You offer an answer with your sacrifice, and maybe I come and give you the question to that answer. Maybe I give you the question to some other answer. Or maybe I take your gros-bon-age 'cause I don't like you or the sacrifice you made.

My what?

Your soul, fool. One or another, it all the same. Now get the hell out of here.

*

Knock...

Who there?

Me.

Why you come, old man? Someone got an answer for you, Baron. HaHa. Is good, for I am very hungry. They do it right. Come, to the mange Loa.

I come.

*

What you want.

What? Who's there?

HaHa, don't like it when I come knocking? See me, man, so you can know me.

That you?

Ba - No, that somebody else in black suit and dark glasses, smoking good tobacco and carrying his bread! Fool! Of course this me! And don't go calling my name all over. I don't like you calling my name. You that same one came calling a time ago, on his own, like a lost chicken in the mansion. I don't like you wanting from me like you do. You not belong in this houmfor. You from the wrong nanchon to be calling me.

Wait, this isn't the way it's supposed to happen--

HaHa. Poor horse, you don't like this loa riding you? Should have thought of that before you come where you don't belong.

No, wait, I'm sorry, it's just that I'm not used to...I was expecting someone else to be possess -

It always been someone else. This time is you.

Okay. Just wait. I have an answer for you, if that's what you want.

What I want you cannot know. What you got for me.

Carole is dead.

I know she in the ground.

I need to talk to her.

Bad business, needing the dead.

We...I made a mistake. More than one. I want her to know I'm sorry. That I didn't...I shouldn't have killed her. It was the money, all that money, and Lucy. We got away with everything. Clean. I thought nothing could touch me. And she'd been with me for so long, I thought I was tired of her. You know how it is, being tired -

I know it right now.

Yeah, anyway, I met Lucy, and she was so young, and with all that money, I thought I could start over, and who would miss Carole when everybody thought we were both dead, anyway? Only Lucy took most the money and left me on this damned island, and I've been missing Carole, and I thought, if there's a chance to make things right -

Time's past to make right, time only to make more wrong.

No, if I can only talk to her -

You pay the price?

I made my sacrifice. The bocor I made the deal with -

Fine fellow. Know him well. Very funny, fine fellow. HaHa.

Can I -

YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. YOU DUMB SON OF A BITCH. YOU DIDN'T SEE HER COMING? I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMARTER THAN THAT. OR DID ALL THAT MONEY MAKE YOU STUPID?

Carole?

TEN YEARS WE STAYED TOGETHER. TEN YEARS! I EVEN DID TIME FOR YOUR STUPID ASS! AND WHEN WE FINALLY SCORE, SCORE THE PERFECT FUCKING SCORE, YOU OFF ME? FROM BEHIND, YOU BALL-LESS SHIT? RIGHT AFTER WE FUCKED? I CAN'T BELIEVE I LET YOU DO THIS TO ME. AND NOW YOU DRAG ME OUT OF HELL, FOR WHAT? WHAT?

Carole, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, God, please, listen to me, I'd do anything, anything to bring you back -

BRING ME BACK? I'M DEAD, ASSHOLE. REMEMBER?

Look, maybe I can make a deal with this Guede Nimbo, he's got power over the dead -

BRING ME BACK AS WHAT, A ZOMBIE? SO YOU CAN MAKE A BIGGER JERK OUT OF ME THAN WHEN I WAS ALIVE?

I'm just trying to help you, Carole. Trying to make up for what I did. I'm so sorry -

SO AM I, ASSHOLE. FOR EVER KNOWING YOU. JUST REMEMBER, I'M WAITING FOR YOU.

Carole -

HOW LONG DO YOU PLAN ON KEEPING ME WAITING?

Carole?

She not a happy esprit.

Wait, I wasn't finished -

She was.

But I didn't get a chance -

Does anyone?

Wait. Hello? Come back. Is that it? Is that all I get? Was that the question to my answer? What the hell kind of deal was that? Hello?

*

KNOCK! KNOCK!

What - ow!

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Wait, what - what's going on, here? I can't get up -

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Who is that?

Legba.

Who? What's happening? Please, help me, I -

Come to open this door.

Open? Can't breath...help me...

Come to take you out of this earth.

Earth? Where -

Came to take you to a bocor, then when he through with you, to Nimbo. And when that over, there's an esprit wanting you in Hell.

Please...

That true, petit zombi. You will.

end

THE DOOR
is Copyright 2000 by Gerard Houarner. and is published in feoamante.com / Feo Amante's Story Time with his permission.

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