As they all held hands around the table, a candle burned with unearthly flame. An impossible breeze swept past. The vague form of an old man hovered above the table. “For your lies and deceit,” croaked the visage’s voice. “You shall be damned!”
The wealthy members of the Morrissey family promised huge payments to Rick and Edie if only they’d fix relations with Grandfather.
When they were gone. Rick and Edie high-fived. Chalk up another successful hustle.
Rick crawled beneath the table to unplug the hologram machine.
The blood suddenly drained from his face.
It couldn’t be!
The machine wasn’t plugged in.
Each week, the Friday Fictioneers join in seance to summon the spirits of writers past…perhaps we’ll have better luck with a Ouija board. We’re still able to compose flash fiction from an image prompt. Interesting pic, Ted! Join us! Look here for more stories based upon this week’s photo: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/01/28/23-january-2015/