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       THE LEGEND OF FRENCH CREEK, PART VIII

                                                        The Legend

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                                                 French Creek

 Once camp was set up, we decided to take a hike and see a few of the waterfalls for which the park is famous.  The air was cool for June, and I anticipated a stress-relieving walk.  As I packed some snacks into my backpack, my hand brushed against an outside pocket of the pack I seldom used.  There was something small and hard inside.  I unzipped the pocket and reached in, withdrawing something that set me shaking.  It was a Druid talisman.  I knew from my research exactly what it was and its blasphemous purpose.  The crude fetish was in the form of a naked woman with prominent breasts and an obvious cleft between her stunted legs.  I had seen a drawing of a statue exactly like this in a book of ancient Druid curses and spells.  Its specific purpose was to summon Druid spirits to its possessor on the night of the summer solstice. After a year, was I still to be haunted by these demonic specters?  I had to dispose of this totem, and soon.

 “I think I’ll take a canoe ride before dinner,” I told Joan after quickly forming a plan.

 I pushed the canoe out, jumped in, and paddled toward the center of the lake.  When I was far from shore, I reached into my pocket, retrieved the crude statue, and hurled it into the water.  I was now free of the talisman and free of its purpose, or so I hoped.

 Tonight, will be a very long night.

                                                         THE END

            HAVE A GREAT THANKSGIVING HOLIDAY

November 28, 2024 at 2:37 pm Leave a comment