26 April 2019

Published April 24, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Paranormal

Word Count: 100


The swirling waves beckoned me. I imagined my obituary: ‘Sixteen-year-old Amy Weinberg Jumps to her Death… April 25, 1969.’

            “He ain’t worth it,” said a voice behind me.

            I whipped around. I’d seen those eyes somewhere before. “How’d you know?”

            “I’m Marigold. My aunt committed suicide right here in 1937 over a dopey fella. She was our age. Guys can be such cement-mixers. Take my Charlie. He threw me over for some bimbo.

            When I told Mom about my new friend, she gasped, “My sister,” and handed me a yellowed obituary:

            “Sixteen-year-old Marigold Weiner Jumps to her Death…April 25, 1953”

105 comments on “26 April 2019

  • So glad she was warned at the right time.
    It’s really not worth to take such decisions & commit suicide in a moment of madness.
    The ‘aunt’ connection is such a twist. Well done, Rochelle!

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  • Creepy story! I remember reading about an RAF pilot who got lost in a fog and saw an abandoned airbase below aswarm with aircraft and activity, but the planes were the wrong color (yellow). Years later, the base was activated and the planes were painted yellow. The pilot had flown into the future. I think Rod Serling read that same story and wrote a Twilight Zone episode about a similar occurrence.

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  • Love your ghost story, Rochelle. A lot of good things in there. Love the line about guys being cement mixers.

    This prompt is not doing it for me, however, the munchkin in the water is prompting one. Oh well, I’ve been in trouble before here.


    • Dear Adele,

      Nice to have a ghost aunt who cares. ) Thank you.



      PS Your blank submission was easy to delete. For minute I thought it was double submission week. 😉 I did it and so did Subroto.


  • Well then, at least no one can say that Marigold isn’t doing her bit to warn future jumpers from a certain fate. Cement-mixers, eh? That bit made me laugh! (must admit some ghosts do that, you know … make one laugh …).
    Nicely done, my friend!
    Happy Pesach,
    PS sorry to have missed a bit of the fun last week (and perhaps the one before, as well) — was away teaching and attending some family stuff and life did not lend itself to blogging for a bit. Back now with … um … some vengeance…! 🙂

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  • Dear Jessie Chisholm W(T)F,

    Marigold wasn’t a mime, was she? I hear they are a terrible thing to waste.

    Suicide in the family is a hard thing to deal with. I have a couple of friends who lost family members that way. Even years later, it weighs heavily on their hearts and minds.

    Personally, I’m having so much fun harassing people I like to even consider it. After all, who would inherit my whoopee cushion and buzzer?

    Get it Wrong the 1st Time,
    Cletus Hardway

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    • Dear Cletus Hardway,

      I’ve heard suicide described as the most selfish act, if not a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Glad you’re having a good time cause some of like having you around…even with the joy buzzer and the whoopee cushion.

      Great spending time with you this past weekend.


      Jessie Chisholm W(T)F


  • Hi Rochelle!
    That’s a sad story with a positive ending. I’m glad her aunt was on time to stop Amy from jumping.
    I wonder what Alice would make of this story? Perhaps I can figure something out…
    Have a wonderful weekend.
    All the best,

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  • Love that story! The symmetry to it – the girl being saved by her auntie, the date, the same death notice chiming from past reality to present imagination – spot on. I love the phrase about men being such ‘cement mixers’ too. Not heard that before, but it really fits! Loved your spooky take, Rochelle

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