An accusatory finger pointed at me. “You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?” Spit flew from her mouth as she continued, “Why didn’t you warn me? I might’ve been able to save him!”
Her anger slammed into me followed by unrelenting waves of anguish.
This type of scenario has happened a few times over the years.
I’ve No Magic Binoculars
I don’t have magic binoculars to show me the future. I have been known to have occasional...Read More
by Jan Toomer
