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Genre: Paranormal

Word Count: 100

BIRTHDAY

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”