By Siân O’Hara
I tried listening once. Sitting in a darkened room, Ouija board and planchette before me. Daring them to prove I was the one in control.
They proved me wrong.
Ever since then, I sense them. Hear voices from the other side. Mostly it’s just fragments, whispers and murmurs like a background radio. But then there are the others, clear with intention, with instructions.
Like when I was asked to place a daffodil on a park bench. I did, then stayed to watch.
The lady that found it clutched it to her chest, sobbing, “Geoffrey!”
I like hearing what the dead say.
Great ending..
great title and good ending
sounds like the start of an interesting novel
ooh – I like it a lot.
The opening of the story made me wonder if it was going to take a darker turn, but I really liked the end. Good job!
You got me there! Thank you for the read.
My kind of story. Well done.
Beautiful. Low-key, unsentimental and beautiful. The word “like” is crucial.