Every Wednesday Randi Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt challenging writers to create a 100-word story, poem, or whatever works for you. After posting your work on your blog, go back to her site and add your link on her Friday Fictioneers post. Place. Page.
Give it a shot. I prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either way. Not everyone has the time to sit and write, revise, edit, revise, edit, etc. until getting it down to 100 and telling everything you want to tell. I know it’s only Wednesday, but everyone else seems to be in such a hurry, so…
Please see the notes that follow the story.
Wig secure, colorful nails cemented, microphone gripped. She paces the stage. Audience, eyes watching, waiting. They come for her “presence.” Commanding the stage. Words magical, mystical. Sure, they’ve seen her on television, but live? Oh, her live performance – a pure blessing.
“I’m getting a name,” dramatic pause, “starts with an S.”
Over half the audience clenches armrests.
They think – Mom? Dad?
She thinks – Cha-ching!
One Great light thinks – Really?
Back in the 70’s, there came a guy who called himself The Amazing Randi, and he would occasionally perform psychic tricks. What was different, however, was afterward he would explain how it really was just a “trick.” He offered $1 million to anyone who could actually perform a provable (or, not DISprovable) psychic feat. He never lost that check.
I despise alleged psychics like Theresa Caputo who peddle the false notion they can speak to your loved ones who have departed. I despise the false feelings they provide. I believe that if anyone truly were able to talk to the dead and communicate back to the living, the “power” would be so overwhelming that they would not charge money for such a thing but would be happy to do so because that power would truly be a gift from God. And I don’t believe God would give someone that ability in order to cash in on it.
Feel free to disagree.