Vera knew the intricacies between fate and foretelling. A terrifying skill. Future revealed by touch and sight, smoky wisps manipulated by her movements. Never knowing which actions would confirm or alter her vision. Prescience rooted in quicksand.
Her gift granted the curse of loneliness. Vera battled solitude in chat rooms and trysts. Bored, ever scrolling, her world imploded with his photo.
Blood, cries of children, so many tears.
Tremulous fingers touched the screen.
She felt her soul unravel, her blood splash.
Vera swiped right.
Her blood was congealing, body cold, when her email landed in police inboxes across the country.
Jesus….
Bravo
Powerful and terrifying