The Incantation

The walk sign changed to a blinking red hand. The boy quickened his step to reach the other side. A white van pulled in towards him, making a right turn from the opposite end. The white van was now in front of him, inching closer. But he maintained his stride, confident in his right of way, almost daring the van to pull closer with his unwavering gait. The van did not slow down. Instinctively, he sidestepped. The brakes squealed. He did not quicken his step as he almost intently paced himself, crossing in front of the vehicle. He felt the stares of two men drilling into him. He finally cleared the van. Bang bang bang on the surface of the car.

“Hey! See the sign? Open your eyes!”

Without turning and slowing, he said, “Yeah it’s blinking so that means I have the right of way.”

“The fuck you just say. Open your slanty eyes.”

Now he stopped.

Turning, he bolted to the passenger side door and curled his hands into hideously scraggly twigs and contorted his face into a crumpled ball of paper. He spoke an unintelligible incantation.

“Yo… what.” the passenger said.

He repeated the incantation with heightening volume. Spittle from his mouth flew through the open window of the passenger door.

“Back up! This dude is psycho. Let’s go,” the passenger said to the driver. The car did not move. “Let’s go.” But when the passenger looked over, the driver was frozen, eyes glazed over.

The boy turned and walked away from the car.

“Yo. What’s wrong with you. I said drive.”

The driver stared straight ahead, expressionless, not blinking once. The car behind the van honked. The car behind the car behind the van honked as well.

“Yo motherfucker, wake up and drive!”

Blood issued from the driver’s ears and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“What the fuck!” the passenger exclaimed.

“Hey! Move your goddamn car!” “Get out of the way!”

The passenger got out of the car and looked around in terror. The boy was long gone.

“I… I don’t… What is this? Somebody help! Help! He’s hurt!”

A chorus of car horns blared as blood streamed down the sides of the driver’s neck and he convulsed silently. The passenger got out of the van and ran to the driver behind them.

“Help man! There’s something wrong with him!”

“Move your damn car!”

The white van’s horn let out a long, unwavering sound. Racing back to the driver, the passenger saw his head resting on the wheel, unconscious, covered in blood, and without a pulse.

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