Communing With the Deadhead

“I thought we were going to have a séance.” Deborah followed Inga through the stately old mansion to a round table overburdened with cups and coffee urns. “It’s certainly the right setting, but what’s with all this?”

“Some of the people objected when they found out we were going to try to talk to Jerry Garcia. One thing led to another. A bunch from Narcotics Anonymous got involved. We had to make some adjustments.”

“So… no séance?”

“No seance.”

“Then….”

“Tea leaf reading.” Inga grinned.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Priorhouse

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