Excerpt from "A Caribbean Tale" by Rudy Gurley

Copyright © 2006 Rudy Gurley - All rights reserved

   His eyes fixed on some exposed electrical wires in an uncovered wall socket, he added, quickly, “Just don’t touch me.”
   I stood back.
   A devilish smile formed at the corners of his mouth, as he reached across and grabbed the exposed wires. Bright blue sparks flew off the coarse fingers.
  I boggled, watching the old man electrocuting himself, but strangely, that smile lingered on his face. I smelled burning flesh.
  “Just don’t touch me!” he cautioned again.
  His widening smile declared him unharmed.
  “How on earth do you do that?” I asked, astounded.
  “I have special powers, man. I can’t get shocked,” he responded, a hint of arrogance in his voice.
  He released the smoking wires and opened his hands for my inspection. I could see black marks where the wires had been in contact with his coarse skin. An eerie feeling crept through my bones as I stared at the old man in his long, black overcoat with its upturned collar. Feeling an ominous tingle in my spine, I wondered whether my uncle knew this man at all.

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