TITLE: August Moon Madness
GENRE: YA Paranormal
Auggie clicked off his head lamp and rolled his bike into the rack. He hooked the U-lock in place and snapped it shut. Voo-Doo Charlie's eighteen-wheeler sat in the far corner of the lot. Auggie walked towards it, feeling like he was moving slo-mo in the hot, wet mouth of a dog. He cursed God and Oklahoma summers. Ninety-five at eleven at night. He uncapped his water bottle and poured it over his head, slipping off the sash he'd tied around his dirty-blond dreads. He set the bottle on the step of the cab and knocked. Two long raps, three short knock-knocks plus one code word: Magic.
He heard the door lock unlatch, then pulled the handle and climbed into the cab.
"Mister Auggie," Voo-Doo Charlie smiled. "My favorite customer."
Auggie shook Charlie's smooth, pale hand. "How you been?"
"Fair enough." Fa Eno. His Cajun accent made him sound like he had a mouth full of rice and red beans. "Got some good stuff for you tonight. Black-take-back candle, road-opening hoodoo." He reached into the space behind the seat, yanked a box forward and set it between them. "Got prosperity powder. Dolls." He tossed those aside. "You don't like them dolls."
The dolls creeped him out. Their hair looked like it came from real humans. Everything else Charlie sold half intrigued him, but Auggie hadn't come out of desire. He'd come to buy out of obligation.