Dead Right

My local newspaper ran a competition for a very short story the rules were: A limit of 50 words or less, three characters and a clear start middle and end. The first three of us were declared joint winners and published. This was my entry.


Janet really wasn’t comfortable seeing a clairvoyant. ‘But she’s very good’ mum had persisted. ‘Go.’
Madam Theda gazed into her crystal, puzzled. ‘I see a death disrupting your immediate future’ she foretold ominously.
Janet shuddered. ‘A death? Whose death?
Theda made no reply as she slumped from her chair!