Felique Dupré in the Haunted World: Felique Steals Credibility

Felique Dupré sang a gentle lullaby to the little girl clamped between her knees.

“Ladies and Gentlemen/take my advice/pull down your pants/and slide on hot ice”

The girl’s Mother wept when the train rolled out of Hootersville, but Stella knew it was for the best; her little girl would lead a more charming and sophisticated life with Felique.

Stella,” said Felique, “remove that tacky dress and give me your daughter.

Now, the little girl is a prisoner on an Amtrak to Hell.

The train rocked as a South of the Border rolled by.

“I want my Muthuh!” said the girl.

“A hag in rags?” Felique replied.

But she’s my Muthuh.”

“Well. So is God in his own way!”

The little girl pulled a notebook from her bag
and wrote a poem:

Mommy cried

when Trina left.

tiny lizards

with

sharp little

teeth

fell from

her eyes

and ran down

her

cheeks.

Trina closed her notebook and sighed.

The train rocked as a South of the Border rolled by.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved