By Brian Jaime
“This place’s filled with evil.” The psychic said, feeling the walls. Unexpectedly, she sailed backward, sliding across the wooden floor. She lay slumped over, twitching. Popping up, she crawled toward me on all fours, her eyeballs pitch black.
“It is written in blood,” she squalled, slithering her tongue. “This house is damned, as are those who live in it!”
Climbing over the couch, she fell to the floor motionless. Seconds later, she sat up.
“I hate it when that happens.” She said wearily.
“What does it mean?” I begged.
She lit a cigarette and smiled. “Means my fee just doubled.”
© Copyright Brian Jaime and bchrsidesigns, 2005. All Rights Reserved.
This piece of flash fiction was written in 2005. It was published in FlashShot (Year Three), Issue 885 on April 10, 2005. Enjoy and let me know what you think!