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Madlenka Borde: The Noah Story

May 25th, 2014

So, I’m working on something new. It’s barely a glimmer in my mind’s eye, right now. It may never go beyond character development. This much I know: Madlenka Borde (Maddie for short, but very sparingly) is a 35-year-old woman who can communicate with the dead. She works with the NYPD (it was originally going to take place in Texas, but then I realized Madlenka would never live in Texas) on particularly violent murder cases because those ghosts usually want her help. Her partner’s name is Charlie. He’s not a medium, and they will never be a couple. Madlenka just doesn’t think of Charlie that way. This is an excerpt that will forever be known as “The Noah Story”. Enjoy!

“Yeah. Horatio happily refused to help, and for whatever reason, Gloria felt she couldn’t. So they left.”

“Like, didn’t have the ability?”

“No. Wasn’t allowed.”

“Huh. Weird. I mean, she’s dead. What could he possibly do to her now?”

“Well, we don’t know a whole lot about the afterlife.”

“And why not? You said there are at least a hundred thousand honest-to-goodness mediums…”

“Not to be confused with ‘false prophets’.” Madlenka laughed at her own joke.

Charlie shot her a look. “…on the planet at any given time, and that some can communicate verbally with our ancestors. So, why haven’t any of you just asked?”

“Are you crazy? Of course we’ve asked.”

“And no one’s told you anything?”

“There’s a rumor that once upon a time, a spirit told a human the meaning of life, and humans got cocky, and the beings in control of the universe made the spirit destroy the planet with a flood. Starting with the person he told.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope.”

“So Noah didn’t know shit.”

“Yeah, the claim is that they wiped his memory and the memories of his family, only saving their memories of each other, and filling in the gaps with fiction and instructions where necessary. They say that’s the real reason Lucifer was cast into Hell. Only Hell’s not really what you’d expect, and you don’t have to be a bad person to go there.”

“Why else would you go there?”

“Because you don’t agree with God. Whose real name is Zeke, by the way. And she’s kind of a bitch.”

Charlie’s chin dropped. Madlenka grinned.

“I don’t know how much of the story is true. All I know is every medium I know who can actually speak with ghosts has asked, and every ghost they’ve asked has refused to answer. One even disappeared before their unfinished business was finished and never appeared to the medium again.”

“That’s…kind of unbelievable.”

“I’m just telling you what I’ve heard. I don’t know that I believe it.”

Charlie stared at Madlenka, his mouth still hanging open.

“There are other theories on how things work. I’ll have to tell you about them some time. Just not tonight. There will be too many people around.”

Amusement tugged at the corners of Madlenka’s mouth. “You trying to catch flies, Charliebear?”

Charlie snapped his mouth shut.

“So, it shouldn’t be difficult to find Horatio,” he started, obviously trying to change the subject. “That’s just the tip of the iceberg, though. I’ll get some uniforms to do the door-to-door, and hand the information we’ve got to Finder.”

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