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A Fair for Psychopomps
psychopomp
Pronunciation: /ˈsīkōˌpämp/
(also psychopompos /ˌsīkōˈpämpəs/ /-ˈpämpäs/)
noun
(In Greek mythology) a guide of souls to the place of the dead.
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The streets of Santa Ana are alive tonight. The people cluster, clad in brightly colored traditional Mexican garb, celebrating Dia de los Muertos. They crowd the sidewalks, spilling out into the road and slowing traffic. Sharon has the window of her taxi rolled down, her cigarette smoke mingling with the coastal California air. The breeze blows in, smelling of salt and tobacco. One woman stands out from the chaos, shrouded completely in white, with her arm outstretched. The universal sign to hail a cab. Through the traffic, Sharon has watched three other taxis pass the woman by. She knows they don't have fares, they just can't see the dead woman.
But Sharon can. Sighing, she takes one last drag on her cigarette and pulls into the closest lane. A lady, with arms full of sugar skulls and bread for the dead, parades directly in front of her vehicle. She's followed by a man in a purple top hat, bobbing along with a skeleton marionette.
"Please, please, please, someone else pick this crazy bitch up" Sharon mutters to herself. "Night full of spirits and psychopomps, and I'm the only guide on this street? Bullshit."
She drives at a crawl towards the veiled woman, hoping the traffic will delay her long enough to pass the responsibility to someone else. Sharon brakes to a stop, the passenger side pulled next to her fated fare. She waits until she hears the door close before checking the rearview mirror.
"Where to?"
The woman sobs faintly. The face beneath her veil is beautiful, the kind of attractiveness that can't be hidden behind a layer of tulle. Out in the street, she should have been thronged by young men acting out displays of machismo, peacocking for her attention. If only they could see her. Black mascara flows down a face as smooth as porcelain. It stains through the material, shading her like the painted faces of festival goers, framed by raven-tinted hair.
"City center" she says, pausing her sniffles long enough to answer.
"Sure thing." Sharon exhales slowly, hoping the woman doesn't catch the sound of relief in her breath. Lots of people there. Lots of lights and confusion. It would buy her time. "You from here?"
"From the river. I need to get to the city center. My children are there. We got separated, but I'll meet them there. At the ofrendas."
"Yeah, I'm sure they'll be there. That's where everyone will be." Sharon says, reassuring her. The cab turns right onto North Bristol Street, heading toward the Boulevard. The woman continues crying softly, her light moans burrowing into Sharon's brain. "So, uh, what's your name?"
"Maria" the woman answers.
"Maria." Sharon repeats. "Well, I bet your kids are missing you."
"Yes. I can hear them calling out to me. Here." She says, placing her hand across the pure white fabric covering her heart. Any other night and she would have been mistaken for a runaway bride. But this is Dia de los Muertos, and nothing could be that simple. Not even a woman looking for her children.
"Ah, a mother's intuition." Sharon says, tapping the steering wheel as she hangs a left onto North Ross. "You seem like a natural. I bet your kids are very well behaved."
"They are." The woman replies. A smile plays at the corners of her plump lips. The black eyeliner has run down her face, trickling its way into her mouth. "Both boys. Such good boys. Oh, my children..." The smile fades and she resumes her lament.
Sharon's breath hitches as she pulls up to the Civic Center. The children won't be here tonight. Yesterday was Dia de los Angelitos. All of the visiting little ones had already come to see their families and partake in the presents. At the end of the night, the children were ushered back to the Land of the Dead by their accompanying psychopomps. Thus began Dia de los Muertos, the day of remembrance for the adult departed.
To Be Continued...
WTH, 58 votes and $2.00? - I'm sorry, Man - this is good writing - it bugs me. Hang in, I did - my post is $4.00 today....Fiction
Hahaha! Yeah, I'm not 100% sure how all this works. I'm just happy getting reads and feedback though, so no big deal.
Not my first time reading this one and it's just as good as I remember! Thanks for the shout out to the #urbanlegendflash30 and for agreeing to help judge! I really hope some folks stop by to see how you made this work so well :)
Well constructed piece of subtle horror/mystery. Enjoyable read.
Thanks! Hope you enjoy the rest of the story.
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