Necromancer, 79th Infantry Division
by M.K. Hutchins
The smoke in the speakeasy swirls between me and my date. She's dolled up with lipstick and a swell hat, but she'd be pretty without all that.
"You work as a court stenographer, right?" I ask, nervously fidgeting with my drink. We sit near the back, where the piano-man hammers out a rag. "You must hear fascinating stuff all day."
She smiles. "It's just work. Not bad work, but still."
"Oh." I sip my hooch, trying to figure out what I ought to say next. Just because Eddie keeps setting me up on blind dates doesn't mean I know how to carry on a conversation.
She saves me by asking the next question. "You were a necromancer in the war?"
Her eyes flash with genuine interest and she blushes a little, like she's embarrassed to be so curious.