2 of 5 stars.
With great power comes great responsibility. So, it’s best not left in the hands with someone suffering from PTSD or another form of psychosis. This tale’s a cautionary one.
Angela cannot help but laugh as she attends to her newly dead husband’s body in the hospital. She didn’t want for his death for she truly loved him, but she’s not dealing with things so well. She’s still stifling giggles between bouts of sadness at the funeral home when she shakes the funeral director’s hand and sees a spectral number 57. Weird.
After the funeral, her husband’s lifelong best friend stays with her to make sure she’s okay. Hugging, Angela sees a spectral number 1. He’s killed the next day pulling his convertible out of the driveway. The funeral director dies less than 2 months later–57 days after the funeral to be exact.
Is she suddenly clairvoyant, or a Typhoid Mary? She decides to find out . . .
This tale appears in The Year’s Best Dark Fantasy & Horror: 2016 edited by Paula Guran, which I received directly from Prime Books.
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