Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 09-11-2013
“I think,” Perry continued, chatting casually with a friend, “that if I just handle it like that, everything will be all right. Right?” Chantal grimaced in the next cube. She’d been a psychic all of her life and had kept it a secret from everyone at work. Now, eavesdropping on the conversation, she had to admit to herself that she’d never seen more doom clinging to a person than it did to Perry. “No,” she said with a sigh standing up, “definitely Not Right.”
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 11-10-2013
The young lady pedaled to the corner, paused but didn’t look, turned and disappeared. In just a few minutes, she would appear, pedal to the corner, pause but not look … Rae Ann watched from her begging spot on the train platform. No one noticed either of them. “Ghosts replay their hits – what defined or ended their lives,” Marcus had told her when they squatted for a time in that abandoned hotel (supposedly haunted). “Sometimes you can help ‘em out.” Rae Ann moved closer to the platform’s edge and waited for the girl. When she eventually came, Rae Ann snapped her fingers and the ghost turned, shocked and a little relieved. “It’s okay, Honey. You rest now. Ain’t no road here anymore; there’s nothing left to harm you.” The spirit looked confused, then began to smile and fade from view. The commuters on the platform gave Rae Ann a concerned look and moved away quickly. She wasn’t going to get big bucks from this morning’s crowd. “Still,” she whispered to herself, “there’s a certain satisfaction in ghost busting even if it don’t pay.”
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 18-09-2012
“That moment – watching Helen finally understand,” the preacher marveled, “must have been completely life-changing.” “Oh, it was,” Anne Sullivan Macy responded with a smile, “but not in the way that you suppose.” She took a deep breath. “Helen is a soul reader, Reverend. Not only did she pull sign language out of my touch, but all of my past, present, and future. She tells me that I will fall into a deep sleep and die in 1936.” The preacher’s mouth hung open. “I am her teacher and lifelong friend but, more than this, I am her jailer. I love Helen, but I cannot permit her to touch anyone else.”
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 16-05-2012
Billy went blind in one eye at age 3 (BB gun pellet); it went all milky. That’s when the real sight found him (his grandmother said). At 8, a drifter came begging for a meal and almost got in. Billy’s mother rose to answer the knock. “He’s holding the wood axe from the shed behind his back,” her son whispered, meeting her gaze with his left eye now clear as the other. “He’s real evil crazy, Ma.” The eye began to frost again and Kaylene turned away from the sound with a shudder.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 03-05-2012
Her parents had asked Jamie to consider using her gift to take them all back in time as a family – back before Ray “went wrong”. Jamie stared at her brother (the rapist, the murderer) through the plexiglass wall of the visitor cube; he was blathering about nothing, glib, and twitchy. ‘I’ll do it tonight,’ she decided, ‘but I’m taking us way back – before he was even born.’ She gave him a strained half smile and rose to leave.