I don’t know her name. I call her Anj because that’s all she ever says. “Anj Anj Anj.” She’s a spirit trapped between dimensions. I want to help but she often shows up in the least-expected moments like last Saturday when I was playing a chess game with one of the old geezers at the park. I was about to make a move when Anj showed up. She attempted to move one of the geezer’s pieces. “No Anj,” I said under my breath. She moved it anyway. “I said no!” I shouted standing up. The geezer looked at me, puzzled.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.