By Marchell Dyon
I waited until after she died to finish our last conversation. On all hallows night, I laid out white and black candles. I lit the circle of candles and waited like King Saul for her ghost to appear.
“What is so urgent? Why have you mediumed me?”
“Is it possible you can tell me where the sugar is? My coffee’s been unbearable without it.”
Her ghost instantly turned a devilish shade of scarlet. She wanted to curse me out, but remembering her halo, she just puffed away back to her afterlife.
I snuffed out the candles and smiled.
“Still got it.”
Haha! What a wicked mind. (I approve!) Nice piece of flash.
Oh, I loved this! Gives me hope that someday I will be able to do the same. Thanks for the idea and a story well constructed and delivered with just the right twist.
Lovely.
Little wry smile on reading it. Well done
This was a fun read……..
You still got it too, Marchell. Fun story!
Thanks for all the wonderful comments. All comments are deeply appreciated.
Thank you.
stories like this that you read and smile to yourself, in the dark…
Congrats on your win. Very well deserved. A really delightful piece of flash fiction. Well done!
Super cool! Loved it
Wow!! I never thought anyone would really like my story. I almost didn’t send it out to be publish. I am saying this so if anyone has a story you’re not sure of send it out. You’ll never know until you try. Thanks again.101 words.