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Seeing the Future
She told me her name without caring that it was a lie, since everything else about her was too, and asked, “Will you come with me?”
I said, “Yes.''
So we lept before we looked and packed a picnic basket for our trip to the cosmos, full to the brim with fledgling fates and day-overripe mangoes that shattered into stardust when we surpassed the speed of light.
When we came back down to Earth, nothing had changed except what mattered. She told me that I had cheated death, and I told her that I knew.
She held my hands to show that she was impressed, and when she lifted her palms from mine I was left holding two weightless gifts that felt like finality. I looked to my hands, but all I saw was a tangled yo-yo and a blood-speckled quarter. George peered up at me with crimson-rimmed eyes that couldn’t even see the present, much less the future.
I thanked her, then bashfully dissolved into the evening air. The yo-yo and the quarter clattered to the ground, ending the world with a spectacular fizzle.
I hoped for better luck next time.
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