by Mark Antony Rossi
Nelda was an only
child of divorced Ouija addicts whom formerly owned the town’s Occult
book store. One day playing with a volume of devilish spells she
stumbled on an invisibility formula and began tormenting the local kids
at school. It gave her a power that sank her dark spirit to new depths.
She tore out the page, tucked it under her orange dress, and hopped on
her bicycle humming an ominous tune. She arrived at breakneck speed at
her house and raced up the stairs to the next flight of stairs to the
drop ladder that brought her to the attic.
Her father turned the attic into a quiet study room. Nelda lit three
candles and pronounced the arcane Latin lyrics of a disappearing spell.
Her insides began burning liked a dragon had pissed fire in her mouth.
Massive migraines migrated out of her skull making a demonic music
devoid of melody but banefully rhythmic and painfully pitch perfect.
She pressed her sweaty palms against the sides of her head and screamed
but her voice was vacant as her body---absent in the ceiling mirror.
She lay on a cold wooden floor voiceless but invisible with a grin
wider than a football field. No one ever saw Nelda again but for the
occasional playground encounter. Seconds before dusk her shadow appears
joyfully swinging in midair. Some even see their breath. Maybe she’s
getting the last laugh. Maybe she’ll come home with you ----and stay!
© 2015 Mark Antony Rossi
Mark Antony Rossi's poetry, criticism, fiction and photography have
appeared in The Antigonish Review, Another Chicago Review, Bareback
Magazine, Black Heart Review, Collages & Bricolages, Death
Throes, Ethical Spectacle, Gravel, Flash Fiction, Japanophile, On
The Rusk, Purple Patch, Scrivener Creative Review, Sentiment Literary
Journal, The Sacrificial ,Wild Quarterly and Yellow Chair Review.
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