My Gentle Curse

“I wish everyone in your family enjoys the feelings you share with me and the others here.” I smile.  I gentle smile and nod to her and my representative.  I leave a meeting.  An Union grievance based upon a horrible boss with a proving problem and little work behind her actions.

“Mr Reynolds!  What dies that mean?  Are you threatening me?!”  Her dark features and grey streaked her look pained by having to ask.  Her tension is like spilled water it hangs on and slowly runs off to wherever.

“It’s a simple Irish traditional saying. How you treat people…. Maybe, just do on to others as you would have done on to you, but more it carries to ones around you.”  I smile.  It’s a traditional curse.  The feeling your misery reflects upon the one you care about.  Good feeling transfer to others.  Bad feeling, much more the same.  But from her own hand the curse would flow.  It’s only evil in her evil ways on to others.  My soul stats pure.  Slightly guilty.  I had the wrong parents.

“I’m not sure.  It sounds bad somehow.  Joe, what do you think?” She turns to the union representative.

His eyes are glossed over.  The late middle age man in him wishes to be left out of this.  He had enough.  A bad start to a new way.  It’s the same all over again and again.  Management is hopeless. “Look, he says it’s a traditional saying.  He didn’t wish you dead. There was no threat against you.  If I heard it right, you actions should be what your want your family to experience.  That’s what you meant, right Mr Reynolds?!”

I pick up the hint quickly.  “No harm to you.  It’s a traditional.  I’m a little nervous…second week and all of this. It stinks of bad karma, there are foul feelings in the air.  You both wouldn’t understand.  I’m rural person…farm thoughts still run through me.  You are city folk.  You complicate.  Can’t see the world, just the clutter that gets in the way.”

I stare blankly at the two.  They are lost in details.  The details mean nothing.  Numbers tell a story of nothing.  They build walls and a room to hold issues that are homeless for a reason.  “Why do they invite them in.  The details are vampires to suck the soul dry.  Worry fills the void in where the soul once resided.  Poor bastards!” I speak to myself.

The curse is simple. Do harm for the sake of harm and your family absorbs the pain.  Exactly as you dish it out.  It appears as no rhyme or reason, but there are both.  Be careful when dealing with others.  A curse is not a curse, some need only be accepted as nothing to worry about.

Beware the Cape – Epilogue

Moons pass her quickly now.  Jezzibelle, four decades past her wolf story, stares at 16 year old granddaughter.  She has bestowed a red velvet cape.  A shadow of the one her Grandmother gave her.  Every facial feature, every long flowing blonde hair, every bit of her former shape confronts her.

Heidi looks at the red cape and pushes her chocolate eyes to her adoring Grandmother.  “It’s beautiful!  I’ve never felt such soft fabric.  It’s my favorite color, too!!”

“You’ll be the center of attention everywhere you go, my darling.  Wear it well. Head high, hair slightly covered.  I had one once.  It was back when I was your age.  I was the littlest one.  It was my first piece of new clothing.  I wore beautifully repaired hand me downs.  But beware, the attention has a price.  You need to be careful of what people want from you.” She looks down at her former self in marvel.

“I know your story!  I can’t believe that was you.  You are not the wild type!  You are old and slow.  I think of how you most have looked when you were my age.  But your eyes are much bigger.  Your eyes are much bigger.  And they say you had a sharp tongue.  I see none of those in me.” Heidi smiles an innocent smile, that hides secrets.  Grandmothers know the smile well.

“Remember child.  I moved here to start a new life. I was once much like you.  As once I stand here now, soon you shall be in my place.  The secrets come out in the wash. Now, little one, it’s time to open the shop for the day.  Put on your red cape, Le Pettit Chaperon Rouge Chocolate shop waits for no one!”  Grandmother doesn’t promise her the house or the business.

The trail of breadcrumbs starts here…