Undetermined Events: A Midlife Psychic Medium Series Novella
By Carolyn Ridder Aspenson
IT’S ONE THING TO TALK TO GHOSTS. IT’S ANOTHER THING TO BECOME ONE.
One minute I was driving through fog on an icy Georgia road, the next I was staring at my own wrecked car, flames licking the hood, blood on my lips, and the terrifying thought pounding through my head: Am I dead?
If that wasn’t enough, an elephant—yes, an actual elephant—showed up to guide me through a nightmare that refused to end. Every time I thought I understood what was happening, the scene rewound and twisted again. My best friend swore I was gone. My husband claimed we were separated. And my dead mother? Silent, when I needed her most.
Now I’m stuck between worlds, desperate to figure out if I’ve crossed over, lost my mind, or fallen into some cosmic joke the universe thinks is funny. And if I don’t unravel the truth soon, I may never wake up.
IT’S ONE THING TO TALK TO GHOSTS. IT’S ANOTHER THING TO BECOME ONE.
One minute I was driving through fog on an icy Georgia road, the next I was staring at my own wrecked car, flames licking the hood, blood on my lips, and the terrifying thought pounding through my head: Am I dead?
If that wasn’t enough, an elephant—yes, an actual elephant—showed up to guide me through a nightmare that refused to end. Every time I thought I understood what was happening, the scene rewound and twisted again. My best friend swore I was gone. My husband claimed we were separated. And my dead mother? Silent, when I needed her most.
Now I’m stuck between worlds, desperate to figure out if I’ve crossed over, lost my mind, or fallen into some cosmic joke the universe thinks is funny. And if I don’t unravel the truth soon, I may never wake up.