Flash Fiction: The Séance
"Only the once," the Count replied wryly, "and I've been very deaf ever since. As I'm sure you already knew."
"I apologize, Count, if that may be true," replied Don Foi, motioning for the Count to join his hands into the circle, "though I suspect this time you may find your ability to hear..." he arched an eyebrow, "...improved."
The light from the film projector against Foi's face trailed along it, showing the deceased, in an early role. She was beautiful, her sad eyes that were later to become her trademark projected askew along the planes of Don Foi's forehead, at the outer tops of his eyes and onto the flat wall behind him, as he sat to join the circle.
"I apologize, Count, if that may be true," replied Don Foi, motioning for the Count to join his hands into the circle, "though I suspect this time you may find your ability to hear..." he arched an eyebrow, "...improved."
The light from the film projector against Foi's face trailed along it, showing the deceased, in an early role. She was beautiful, her sad eyes that were later to become her trademark projected askew along the planes of Don Foi's forehead, at the outer tops of his eyes and onto the flat wall behind him, as he sat to join the circle.
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