by Chip Livingston
Some an’ time jumbie dem do crash a party.
Some an’ time dem jumbie t’row dey own.
“What’s that even mean?” Kyle whispered.
I used my normal voice, noting how he tends to whisper in the dark. “According to the guidebook back at the eco-tent, jumbies are invisible spirits, tricksters, a type of duende or little people. This is one of the most secluded beaches on the island.”
“You think it’s safe at night?” Continue reading
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