Short Story – Flash fiction
I sit anxiously waiting for the Psychic Development meeting to start. My world has turned upside down in the past few months after my suicide attempt. The door to the spirt world opened when I crossed over and stayed open. I mean wide open. I was just starting to get used to working with the spirits when one became violent, and I’m not sure how to handle that. I need help deciphering symbols they are leaving behind as well. I have to reach out to other Psychics, hear their stories. I need to know I am not going mad, that I am not alone.
The meeting starts, it is my turn to share. “My name is Katie. I died for several minutes before the paramedics were able to start my heart again. I watched my rescue and hung out with my body at the hospital. I stayed out of my body for almost a week during my coma.”
