Two years ago a medium told him that Sheila was most likely buried under a car park in an out-of-town shopping center. Somewhere in the country. “Just look for a body-size patch of recent resurfacing.”
“Needle in a haystack,” he said. “Nothing more?”
She shrugged, tucked the two twenties and a ten into her bra, handed back the photograph.
“Nothing more?” he repeated, “Anything?”
Poker-faced she shuffled the deck, laid out a Celtic Cross spread, stared at the cards. “You should go,” she said.
He’s stopped looking now, but keeps the picture on the wall. Stays away from car parks.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge found here.
Good story, Patrick, I’m suspicious here. I think it’s possible he knows exactly where his wife is and is checking to see if a medium could see it. If he’s a killer, she probably shouldn’t have told him what she did. He’s going to start worrying no matter how much money he gave her. Well written. 🙂 — Suzanne
Good theory. I wonder … .
Good one! Methinks the medium is not necessarily on the up and up!
Difficult to know.
Ah, maybe the medium was a little bit too close…
I think she knows.
Is she a small medium?
Good piece.
Average. Aren’t they all?
Poker-faced she shuffled the deck – this makes me feel like the medium was not on the up-and-up anyway. Glad he stopped looking.
Me too. Thanks for reading.
Very mysterious Patrick
Hmmmm.
Very Interesting.
Deep.
Is he keeping away from car parks because he fears he can end up under one? Nice intriguing story.
Not sure. Maybe guilt, or he’s sold his car.
Time to move on. There’s only so many car parks you can dig up before the authorities are after you… Good one.
Thanks Sandra
Dear Patrick,
I’m relieved. I was afraid he was going to dig up the car park. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks. Hate for you to get stressed.