Four Dead Mah-jongg Players: Friday Fictioneers

When you’re dead and you have nothing really to do…

Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about. This week photo is:

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Four Dead Mah-jongg Players

“Doris, we have to stop meeting like this.”
“Why, Evelyn? We’ve been playing Mah-jongg for 90 years.”
“Yes, but for the first 70 we were alive.”
“So we’re dead, Doris, what else should we do?”
Selma piped in. “Ha. These cold metal chairs are killing me.”
She was always a little off.
Alice plotted, “What if when someone comes by, we rattle the chairs and scare the you-know-what out of them?”
The girls all squealed.
Evelyn sealed it with, “Beats sitting around, dead in these chairs, playing this stupid game.”
“C’mon, girls. Here they come. Let’s rattle our tiles …”

Randy Mazie


44 thoughts on “Four Dead Mah-jongg Players: Friday Fictioneers

  1. Dear Randy,

    Change that spelling to Evalyne and you have my mom. I can hear the tiles clicking and the dots, bams, cracks and winds being flung in all directions. Every Saturday afternoon and Tuesday evening. No doubt the girls are still playing in the afterlife. Love it!
    Pass the horseradish.
    Happy Pesach,


    • Wanna play?
      I mean you don’t have to be one of the Mah-jongg players, because that would take a total commitment on your part.
      You could just pretend to be frightened by the tile rattling or something.


  2. Love it. It’s great to hear from some happy and mischievous ghosts. I’m going to look at squeaky chairs in a new way from this day hence. 🙂

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