January 2019 #594
Me: Good morning.
…Morning at least
Me: Anything I can do?
No, thank you.
Me: Where are you?
Me: Still bad?
(coughing) About the same.
Me: Shall I leave you to
I am (coughing) not up for much conversation… But I do not
(coughing) mind the company. …What (coughing) What do you have… on your hand?
Me: A sigil for raising
and banishing ghosts. I thought it might help. Doesn’t seem to be.
I am here, am I not?
Me: Yes, but you’re here
– or I’m there – even when I don’t have a silly squiggle on my hand.
It looks markedly severe. (coughing) I should have expected…
curves and artistry.
Me: It’s like a
scientific diagram I suppose. There’s one specifically for seeing ghosts, but
it looks very silly.
Does it work?
Me: No idea. I should try
it I suppose. … My father’s too ill to have a new liver. Also he has a node
that will become cancer of the liver, but he’ll die before that becomes a
…O darlin’. I am so sorry to hear that.
Me: The doctors give him two years. Apparently I can add ‘new
liver’ spells to money spells on the short but significant list of Magic I
(coughing) You tried to help.
Me: Apparently not well enough. Although I suppose timing is
always a factor. If my father had been referred nine months ago and I’d tried
the spell it probably would have been a different story.
(coughing) Why was he not?
Me: He had a useless
doctor. Then when he had a better one the hospital took six months to write a
Time is a bitter enemy – especially when yours is squandered
I should go – stop tiring you out.
…Alright. Love you darlin’.
Me: Love you H.
Source: Tales of Necromancy
28 Feb, 2019
January 2019 #594
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