Susan, strolled through the park looking for a quiet spot to eat her lunch, far away if possible from the picnicking families, and their noisy children playing tag, throwing balls, and indulging in their childish pastimes.
Spying a bench with an old man sitting on one end, she quickened her pace to claim the opposite end, before some intruder laid claim to the same prize.
The old man’s gaze was fixed firmly on the horizon, and she tried not to stare at the white opaque film covering his eyes; not that he was going to notice, she thought.
Seating herself in the opposite corner of the bench from the old man and unwrapping her sandwich she chewed mechanically, as she cast him tentative sideways looks.
Suddenly the old man shifted in his seat and intoned, ” There is a whiff of change in the air, a restlessness that refuses to recede, woe to them that remain in their ignorance and slumber because a reckoning is nigh”.
Susan, quickly re-wrapped her sandwich, and flew from the bench, thinking, isn’t there anywhere around here that I can get some peace and quiet to eat my lunch.
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Cleverly set-up and executed. I hope Susan can find a non-prophet solution. 😉
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We go about our daily routines, and hope they continue for ever, alas……..
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Suitably creepy for the Samhain season!
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Ah, for an island to which to escape, if only during lunch time.
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I know, Mimi, to just get away from this noisy world, what a relief.
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There’s nothing like sitting next to a prophet when you want to quietly eat lunch.
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Prophets do tend to intrude in the comfort zone.
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I am going to do as the prophet did next time I want to be left alone in a public park. I think I could actually pull that one off.
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The biggest quandary I have had for the last 60 years, do I want to get involved with mankind, or retreat to a desert island. I think I’ve found my desert island at an advanced age.
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as the old saying reminds us* ‘When the pupil is ready, the pupil is ready, the teacher appears’**
*totally going tangential on your Six’s plot
** am guilty as the others for taking a scene and extrapolating the plot, character, even setting***
*** this is, of course a compliment, as only an engaging Six provides such a fertile context
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Thank you, Clark, for teaching me a new word, ‘tangential’. Even though I never knew the word existed, I do tend to practice it a lot.
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very well done
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Thank you, UP.
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Yeah, no one likes a bacon and sermon sandwich
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I do love a bacon sandwich, but, I agree, a sermon not so much.
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He may be on to something but he should also know better than to preach to those who are not willing to think of joining the choir.~
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Prophets gotta do, what a prophets gotta do.
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The question is, Will there ever be a good time to state a premonition? Or even to say it aloud at all… besides the company of attuned souls.
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There is never a good time for anything, that’s why it has to be said now, whether people are listening or not. People are usually too wrapped up in their everyday lives to listen.
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That made me laugh.
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Thank you. It was not the direction I intended to go when I started, but then human nature took over.
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