Page 3 of Shake the Spirit


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I’d been walking for a long time when I discovered her. I went into the woods to piss and ended up far from the homestead. Or maybe I was only a minute or two from my place. The world felt distorted after the moonshine burned my brain.

I followed the beautiful woman deeper into the woods. She hummed a familiar song as she moved around trees and over rocks. Her light entranced me. I couldn’t let her get away.

Then, she was gone. Maybe her pixie magic cloaked her.

“Why are you following me?” asked a silky voice from the shadows.

I turned to find my pixie had returned. Smiling at her lovely face, I think I said something meaningful. Revealed under the full moon, her wary gaze shifted into a smile.

I ended up dropping my ass to the ground, too exhausted to walk any longer. She lingered nearby. We spoke of feeling lost in life. She hummed to me when I thought I’d puke up that moonshine.

The woman was the most beautiful creature on the planet.

As the night wore on, we talked more. I think I said I loved her. She told me I was her knight fighting his way through the horde. I really wanted to be her hero.

But when I woke up, sore as fuck, in the morning’s painful bright light, I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to save her from.

Or her name.

Hell, I wasn’t even sure she was real. I sat in the woods for a long time, waiting for her to return. Of course, she was a moonlit pixie. Or maybe a ghost trapped somewhere between life and death. Either way, she wouldn’t return until the sun was gone.

I planned to return the next night. I’d find my magic woman, slay her demons, and win her heart. Wouldn’t even be difficult. I’ve always been good at kicking ass.

Still buzzed from the booze, I stumbled around until nearly lunch before finding myself near my grandfather’s closed auto shop. A few days a week, I worked at Rock Belt Auto. Though we do regular business, we’re never packed. With Tumbling Rock being so small, we made just enough profit to get by.

Having lost my phone, I needed to break into the office to call for someone to pick me up. Edith arrived to laugh at my drunken state. She was less impressed when she nearly had to drag my wasted ass into her sporty SUV.

My entire body hurt. Maybe from the booze or all the wandering or possibly the forest made a shitty bed.

All I knew was I slept for two days once home.

Waking up, I couldn’t be sure anything was real about my dream girl. For weeks, I searched every night for that part of the woods.

Where did she come from?No one lived in that area. She was barefoot, for fuck’s sake. She couldn’t have gone far. But I never did locate her in the woods.

I still believed she was real and mine.

But as time passed, I believed less.

My family mocked me for dreaming of my magic woman. They decided I’d hallucinated the entire thing or had simply seen a ghost.

When I couldn’t shake how I was missing out, Edith tried setting me up with her slutty friends. My sister hoped to focus my mind on a real woman instead of the moonshine chick.

But I’d felt a different kind of alive when I was with my pixie in the woods. I needed that feeling again.

Except she wasn’t real.That’s why she’d seemed so perfect.

Since that magical night, I’d watched my cousin West fall in love with his dream girl. And then his sister, Tuesday, returned from a wild trip with a hitman and his kid. They were crazy happy because they fell in love with someone real.

I’d never get what they had as long as I was obsessed with a fantasy. Somehow, I needed to let her go.

Except my magic woman is real!

And we’re currently fleeing the Cracker Barrel. Her religious wacko family chases after us, yelling about our damned souls. My parents are wrestling for their sanity inside the restaurant.

No one believes in this crazy dream come true except for me and the beautiful stranger on the back of my motorcycle.

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