Jillian Chantal

This week’s word prompt for Tuesday Tales and its writers is annoying. This was a fun scene in my newest WIP.

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“On Sunday, the day of the arts festival, I fell down as I was stepping off the gazebo in the park. I did hit my head. And I woke up with the ghost of Andrew Jackson staring down at me.”

“What are you talking about? That’s nonsense.”

“What’s worse is I thought he was Thomas Jefferson. Boy, was he mad about that. Insulted him without intending to.”

“Speaking of mad, that sounds completely insane. Surely you were hallucinating.”

“I thought so too but things kept happening. More dead people speaking to me, asking me for help.”

Godfrey leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs. “What kind of help did Old Hickory need from you? Battle plans to share with Laffite and his brother?”

“Ha-ha very funny. Of course not. He’s very oriented to time and place just as we are. He’s not some memory reliving his glory days. Even if I somehow think he’d love that.”

“So you’re best buds with a dead president? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Certainly not. More like acquaintances.”

He roared with laughter. “Do you even hear yourself?”

“Hey, you found Max right where I said you would, didn’t you? That counts for something.”

“Something all right.” He leaned back and studied her. “I learned he worked in maintenance at your hospital. Did you know him?”

“Nope. Not until I saw him in the corridor last night. I went down to the old nurses’ station so no one would see me talking to him—Can’t have them thinking I’m carrying on a conversation with myself.”

“Ah yeah, God forbid.” He touched his chest as if appalled. “Can’t have that.”

“You do know how annoying you are, don’t you?”

“That’s why I make the big bucks.”