One-Minute Blueberry Pie:

Conversations with Dead People

Ned eyes the beige-colored room. He blinks.

The therapist says, "I want you to imagine having a conversation with Mr. Charles."

But Ned doesn't imagine. He doesn't have to. With a touch Mr. Charles could gasp in air, gasp out shock. He would want to know where he was, and why. Ned would try to explain, the minute hand would move, and Mr. Charles would stop gasping.

There was never time for therapy.

Ned sees the death again, the spurting hose and a confused little girl. He stands up and walks out of the office. He won't be coming back.