There are twelve of us sat around table which dominates the small wood-panelled room. It is covered in a thick red velvet cloth. Heavy curtains block the watery twilight. At the centre, a huge crystal bowl holds our belongings – a watch, a wedding band, a pendant …

Why is it always jewellery?

‘Hold hands.’

I clasp the strangers hands next to me. One a huge, sweating palm, the other a thin, liver-spotted claw, like dried out paper.

I concentrate hard on the military medal I have offered, wishing with all my bones that he will speak to me.

FF - 25.05.18 - Crystal bowl
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


I have really missed taking part in the Friday Fictioneers the past few weeks but life got in the way. It’s good to be back.


This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple.

Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.

Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.

38 thoughts on “Seance

  1. You’ve written this very cleverly. You evoke a sense of claustrophobia by describing the little room with its twelve occupants, the heavy curtains, the thick cloth on the table, and the giant bowl. You suggest to us that the woman is young, or no more than middle-aged, by her proffering a military medal, presumably from her dead soldier-husband. So much implied so skilfully! Well written, Jennifer!

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