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by on November 28, 2013

This week’s Trifecta prompt was to use the word “pluck”:to move, remove, or separate forcibly or abruptly.  It is also a continuation of Constance’s Story. Enjoy, and happy Thanksgiving!

Constance didn’t go to the funeral. This was a slight breach of etiquette for a guardian angel, not to attend the departing ceremony of her charge. But Constance didn’t care. She hadn’t left the street corner where the accident had happened. She kept going over it, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk.

It didn’t make sense. None of it did. Constance didn’t even understand why she was so upset. When she had been alive, she’d seen quite a few colleagues in her treasure-hunting profession die, many of them in far more gruesome ways than a mere traffic accident. Take her loathsome squid ex-boyfriend Ben, for example…

Constance stopped in her tracks. Ben had died, all right. And she had brought him back. True, he hadn’t come back quite right, and she had been warned never again to pluck someone from the afterlife, but this time it could work. She was sure of it! Ben hadn’t come back right only because he was a creep to begin with. Amy wasn’t a creep at all.

She raced from the street corner to her tiny loft, but it had already been rented out to someone else. The new renter had not, it seemed, quite settled in yet; the loft was a veritable explosion of cardboard boxes. Constance pushed past the boxes until she reached her microscopic bathroom. One of the tiles in the shower was ever so slightly loose. Constance, thanking heaven that the new renter hadn’t gotten around  to repairing it yet, carefully prized the tile from the wall. In the space beyond was a dusty pottery shard, covered with Babylonian script. Constance could still read the words by the light of her halo. Completely ignoring the little voice in the back of her head that said this was a very, very bad idea, Constance held the pottery shard and began to chant the ancient phrases.

The little voice was right.

It was a bad idea.

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8 Comments
  1. Draug419 permalink

    From a squid boyfriend to a zombie boyfriend. Which is worse? haha

    • Draug419 permalink

      I iz dumb. We’re talking about the dead chick now, not the squid boyfriend @__@ Same difference, right? haha Must be the turkey messing with my head!

      • Same difference indeed. I mean, once you’ve seen one zombified person raised by a Babylonian pottery shard, you’ve seen ’em all. 🙂

  2. Interesting path this story of yours is taking-looking forward to the next bit:-)

  3. Oh no, Constance! You’ve got to learn from those mistakes. Fun read.

  4. And you left us hanging again 🙂

  5. Ha, and a merry Holiday Season to your blog as well 🙂
    There are so many interesting possibilities for how this could go wrong, funny ones & scary ones & just plain weird ones…I also have a feeling you’ll mix all of them up at once….

    • I did this blog theme last year, and it seemed to work well. It’s a new holiday tradition! 😀

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