The Ouija Board of Love
by Eric J. Krause
Robby led Amanda over to the table and pulled her chair out. She giggled, gave him a little curtsy, and sat down. He'd already set the board out, and she looked at it with interest.
"So this is what an Ouija Board looks like. It reminds me of a creepy alphabet chart that might be hanging in a Kindergarten classroom."
"What better way for the spirits to communicate with us?"
"And you really think they'll tell us why David broke up with me?"
He gave a noncommittal shrug. He and Amanda had been best friends for fifteen years, since they were three years old. The friendship was purely platonic, but when David broke up with her last week, Robby realized how relieved he was. He discovered feelings for her that went way past normal friendship. And if it all went according to plan, this Ouija Board could get her to see him as more than just a friend, too.
"So what do we do?"
"We put our hands on the pointer and wait for the spirits to move it. Keep your hands still, but go with it when it does move."
"Right," she said with a giggle. "Either it won't move at all, or one of us will push it."
He shook his head and gave an exaggerated eye roll. "Oh ye of little faith."
She gave back an eye roll of her own and put her hands on the pointer. "Do we ask questions, or does it just move?"
"It can do either. If it doesn't move, we'll ask it some stuff."
She concentrated on the board, and he concentrated on her. Damn, she was beautiful. How had he gone all the way through high school without realizing that? He vowed to make amends for that now that they were in college. Especially since she was now a free agent, so to speak. He gently nudged the pointer towards the "H" and then the "I."
"You did that," she said.
He flashed his best innocent look. "Not me. The ghosts."
She shook her head but played along. "Hi back. Are you here to give me advice on David Bellows?"
Robby pushed it towards "Yes."
"So how do you suggest I get him back?"
"D-O-N-O-T-G-O-B-A-C-K-T-O-H-I-M."
She frowned at him, her confusion throwing off a sexy vibe. "What does that mean? Do not go back to him? Why not?"
"G-O-O-D-G-U-Y-H-E-R-E."
Her frown deepened. "Good guy here?" Her eyes went wide. "Robby, are you saying . . . ?"
In the boldest move of his life, at least as far as he could remember, he shoved the pointer towards "Yes."
She looked at him with shock etched on her face. Just when he was about to apologize, the corners of her mouth twitched up, and her face blossomed into a smile. "Look, it's moving again."
This time she guided the pointer. "K-I-S-S-H-E-R."
Robby needed no other invitation. He leaned across the table and planted a quick peck on her lips. Before he could retreat back to his seat, she reached out, gripped the back of his head, and kissed him hard. He moaned into her mouth and returned the kiss with gusto.
In their new-found passion, neither noticed the pointer sliding around the board on its own. "A-N-D-T-H-E-Y-L-I-V-E-D-H-A-P-P-I-L-Y-E-V-E-R-A-F-T-E-R."
