bump in the face, gibbous moon

The second time was when my husband and I were driving down for the Mardi Gras.  We weren't kids anymore.

Well, we stopped and got out of the car, too.

What are the chances? Red Stick!  What if my parents were named Louis and Anna?

I was suddenly bewitched, I guess, by that moon--dragged Craig over to the old, closed up shack, started babbling on about witchcraft and the magick they used to do right on the spot.  He started walking toward the gate to the empty alligator pools. 

Dead eyes in the black water.

The same spot!  ALLIGATOR FARM AND VOODOO MAGICK SHOP.  let's stop.

I was watching the shadow of the eclipse move slowly through the vast spaces, finding the moon, as it did.  Craig called to me--hey, he said, how long do we have to mess with this witchcraft crap?  There's wine and women waiting in New Orleans! --even though there was just the me.

 

eclipse: what makes the moon go through phases?