POV: I remind you of the babe.
“What babe?” I ask, wondering who you are, and if it’s my new robe that I just got at Walmart that makes me remind you of this babe character.
“The babe with the power,” you reply.
“What power?”
“The power of voodoo!”
I grow more intrigued by what I can only assume are compliments, but I am still unsure if you are talking to me or have me confused for someone else.
I ask curiously, “who do?”
You reply without any hesitation, reaffirming that I am the subject of your praise, “you do!”
“Do what?” I ask hoping to decipher what has transpired over the past minute. It’s difficult to say whether the following moment surprised me or should have been expected, but it will still haunt me for years to come.
As you slip back into the dark ally you approached me from, I hear a slight whisper from the shadows behind you, “remind me of the babe.”