“Today the world will die. I have seen it in the eye-shut state, when silence speaks volumes and spirit guides come forth with messages.”
Maine gave a cursory glance at the dotard seated beside her on the park bench. “Is that so?”
The woman stared at the ground as if noticing something significant there. “Yes. It is so,” she replied.
Maine sighed. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to tie up all those loose ends this afternoon.”
The old woman rose to her feet and pointed to something behind her. Maine turned around and the sky was gone.
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Copyright © 2007 Nikolle Doolin
This story first appeared in Flashshot in 2008.
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