A political short story for Hallowe'en.

Hillary is taking part in a seance trying to contact Eleanor Roosevelt, another one of the political greats with whom she is certain she shares an eternal spiritual bond. "Come to me Eleanor! Speak to me, Eleanor! Speak! I summon thee from the grave! I command thee to speak to me!"

The candles begin to flicker wildly. The chandeliers rattle. The carpet on the wall begins to wave. A crystal vase on a table shakes violently making its way of the edge of table and shatters on the marble floor. But nary is a voice heard.

So, they get out the oija board and the letters spell out: "Bugger off, Hillary. I don't speak with the likes of you."

Doreen Ellen-Bell Dotan, Tzfat (Safed), Israel
DoreenDotan@gmail.com