temporarily dead

“Just because I’m temporarily dead, doesn’t mean you can ignore me.” 

I dabbed the grease from my pepperoni pizza, making a point to keep ignoring Jesi. I took a large bite and closed my eyes, enjoying the rare hot meal. 

“Answer the question, Rory.” Jesi pressed. 

It wasn’t that I didn’t have an answer, it’s just that she wouldn’t like it. I wiped my hands on my wrinkled pants and with a heavy sigh, I answered. “The ritual didn’t work, Jesi. Emele never finished his part, until I can find him –”

“I can’t come back.”

“You can’t come back.”


Flash Fiction Weekly Challenge: The Prediction. This week’s words are: grease, question, wrinkle

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

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