THE COD CLUB

Meet Winnie of the Call on the Dead Club

Poor Winnie had to take an oath when she received the unwanted gift to join the COD Club.

You know, Fat Phil talked her into joining.

Here it is.

 

We stood and repeated the pledge:

           ”I will faithfully read the daily obituary column.

            I will visit the dead in my designated area, avoiding visiting hours, and ask if they have one last request.

           I will perform said request to the best of my ability and vow to return with an honest report before the casket’s final closing, at which time their spirit must forever leave this earthly plane.”

            What had Fat Phil talked me into?

 

Let’s peek over Winnie’s shoulder as she muddles through a scene of her very first mission.

Baskets of flowers lined the hallway, the perfumed blossoms overpowering.  I sneezed.  Quickly, I scanned the foyer.  Empty.  If seen talking to the corpse, I’d claim insanity swam in my gene pool.

            Crouching, I peeked around the corner of the viewing room. Yep. A tall blonde-haired woman wearing a spiffy gray suit stood gazing into the casket.  I took a deep breath, summoning my one drip of courage, then tiptoed into the room.  I tapped her on the shoulder. We both jumped. 

            With my heart thudding hard, I ventured onward in a trembling voice, “Edna, I’m here to grant you a last request.”

            She sucked in her cheeks.  “I’m not Edna, you moron.  I’m Lottie Stevens.  Edna is dead.  See?”  She pointed to the emaciated body, wearing an auburn wig, lying in the coffin. Looking down her nose at me, she sniffed, “And, just what the do you mean by last request?”  

           “Ah, er, sorry.”  Beads of sweat tickled my forehead.  “I thought you were Edna who lives across the street from me.  Edna is such a common name, don’t you think?  Um, Edna and I were supposed to meet here to pay our last respects.” 

             Lottie offered me a snotty, “Harrumph,” turned her nose to the ceiling, spun on her spiked heels, and strode out of the room. 

             Uptight witch.

            I collapsed on a nearby maroon velvet chair.  A petite, auburn-haired woman crouched in the corner, partially hidden behind a marble pedestal bearing massive red roses.

           Edna?

          My legs shook as I rose, and then squeezed my thin frame behind the pedestal.  I reached for her arm.  My hand passed through her and my fingers scraped the rough plastered wall. 

          Yep. Edna. 

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I hope you enjoyed that little scene of Winnie's first mission and the beginning of how she learns to deal with her spook-speaking ablily.

The first two Winnie adventures, stories one and two are in the first download.

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