Reverend Fludd Ruins the Cake

Avatar Author: Pablo Vilas "Ascension" writer's notes are here, . Corrections and improvements, please! Born 1948, married, two daughters. Living in Seattle, Washington state, USA. Retired from a career in... Read Bio

Reverend Fludd dropped the teapot on the cake, living up to his name. “I’m dreadfully sorry,” he sputtered. Eustace bolted to his feet, upsetting his chair. The Captain and Lady Tor exchanged a look, and the Captain withdrew.

“The damage is minor, and easily cleaned up,” Lady Tor reasoned. “Let’s move to the drawing room, and perhaps Mr. Fludd can begin.”

The thickly carpeted staircase creaked under the Captain’s boots, as chanting floated up from below. “… I command you, unclean spirit, whoever you are, along with all your minions, by the mysteries of the incarnation, passion, resurrection, and ascension of our Lord …”

He met the maid coming down. “It’s Mr. West,” she gasped.

“Show me your hands.” She did so. He examined the hem of her skirt and noted a damp brown stain. “What is this?” Wide-eyed, she shook her head. “Go on, then.”

He pushed open Mr. West’s door. The exorcist’s body lay gap-mouthed in the bed, one hand trailing over the edge, and a broken bottle beneath it in a spreading pool.

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Comments (3 so far!)

  1. Avatar Pablo Vilas

    I like to kill my characters. Maybe something is wrong with me?

  2. Avatar JonB

    Just the inevitable allure of playing God, Pablo – we all delight in it.

    Treading carefully on the right side of farce here, with the cake incident… I feel the end approaching.

  3. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Oh my, the mystery. Quite the scenario, and a great job of cleanly telling of so many details and actions along the way.

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