FULL MOON

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As this is my very first post, and very late one at that.
Blame it on the moon.
Comments are appreciated and can be directed to 
lpraven@bigplanet.com.



     LaCroix cleared his throat and leaned forward in his chair. A smirk played across his lips before he spoke.  Nothing amused him more than mortal superstitions. Actually, mortals in general amused him.
The velvet voice flooded the airwaves instantly.
    "What nonsense compels you, gentle listeners, to avoid cracks in cements walkways. What drives the conscious, human mind to step away from ladders, throw salt over shoulders, detain yourselves for the black cat who crosses your path? Tell me. Do these actions throw a safety net around your fragile existence? Really?..."
    He paused for a brief moment and scanned the club with his icy blue eyes. He returned to his control panel and noticed line one blinking. His fingers brushed across the little,flashing button.
    "Care to offer an explanation?" 
    "Haven't you ever been superstitious?"
    "I can't say that I have," LaCroix replied matter of factly.
    "Ever?"
    "Do I know you? Your voice sounds familiar."
    "You could say that." 
     The line went dead. LaCroix stared at the console for a while. He was puzzled, but didn't give it another thought. Line two flashed. Well the full moon was bringing out the winners tonight. He cleared the airwaves for another caller.
     "Who am I speaking with?" he asked graciously.
     "Oh,come now...You have never had the burden of misfortune?" 
     "Misfortune comes to all who don't heed the warning. Superstitious rituals are an entirely different matter," LaCroix clenched his teeth. So much for a light topic. He knew the voice on the other end as well as he knew his own. He released the tension that was building up in his shoulders and disconnected the call.
     "Friday the 13th will come and go like any other day of the year if not for the stigma brought upon it by you, mon amis." 
     LaCroix stepped out of his broadcast booth and made his way to the bar. He was presented with his special vintage. Nicholas approached the bar to speak with his father.
     "Nicholas, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he knew that Nicholas had placed those calls to the station,but he refused to cater to his son.
     "Just thought I'd drop by to give you a gift," Nick smiled warmly, reached in his pocket and placed a shiny,new penny on the bar. 
     "Really Nicholas, I have no need for that," LaCroix reached in his pocket and withdrew a penny also. 
      "I have one of my own," his eyes danced as he put his penny on the bar and took another sip of wine.


Fin~