“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
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