Ouija

Drabble: ?

“You’re moving it!”

“I am not!”

“Okay, okay.”  Alexis squared her shoulders and put her fingers back on the planchette.  “Let’s be serious here.”

“I’ve been serious this whole time!” Carrie argued, her fingers settling down beside Alexis’s.

“Let’s ask it something.  Like…  Who has a crush on me?”

It didn’t move at first.  Then Carrie sucked in a breath as the planchette shifted on the board.  Alexis’s heart was pounding as letter after letter was pointed out.

“C…” she whispered.

“A…” she went on.

“R…R…I…E…”

She looked up at Carrie in shock.

“I lied,” Carrie said, blushing.  “I was moving it.”

Scratch

The blog hiatus was a lie.  All I did was play Breath of the Wild.

Drabble: ?

She noticed something on her arm, and looked closer.  A scratch.  She didn’t recall how she got it.

Her best friend had always told her that such mysterious injuries were echoes of the past, of harm experienced in a previous life.

It wasn’t the first scratch she had gotten on her arm.  About once or twice a week she would find a mark on her forearm, long and straight and stinging sharply.

Just in case her friend was right, every time she found a new scratch she always directed a thought into the past, into her self.

I feel you.