Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


November 30th 2017 in Microfiction

Vera asked Carl to put his fingertips lightly on the planchette and they waited. “Does this ever work?” he whispered, and she shushed him. After a moment, Vera spoke again, “I want to speak to Bethany Reston; Bethany, are you there?” After another minute or two, Carl said, “Vera, I don’t think this is work—” as the plastic began to move. Carl watched the letters come into focus through the lens in the planchette, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Vera groaned. “L-I-N-E B-Z-Y,” she said aloud, “T-R-Y L-8-R.” She jerked her hands away from the board and folded them high across her chest. “That was INCREDIBLE!” Carl exclaimed, staring at the Ouija board in fascination. “A year on the other side and she’s still hogging the phone; I don’t know why I even bother,” Vera muttered. “Is this a glass-half-empty-or-half-full thing?” Carl asked, still amazed.

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