Semi-Daily Scribbles

“I feel like a murmur that troubles one's sleep.”

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"People are uncomfortable around me. I catch their eyes flitting downward, or darting off to the side when they see me coming. Maybe it's because I tell them things they don't want to hear."

"Not everyone appreciates unsolicited predictions. People prefer their own versions of the future." Judith's expression turned grim, her lips compressed into a thin line. We tried having this conversation before, but it resulted in each of us giving the other the silent treatment for two weeks.

"Patty, it is out of a sense of duty that I provide my service. I know how everyone's story plays out. If I slip someone a glimpse of things to come, maybe that person can make better use of his time." I took a deep breath, weighing the consequences of saying anything at all, but words came nonetheless.

"Aren't you in the least bit concerned about altering fate? You're playing a dangerous game revealing things before they happen."

"It's not a game," whispered Judith. "If I were you, I'd be suspicious of the shadows. There's not a whole lot I can do to keep them where they belong."