Daily Snippit: Urban/Suburban Fantasy

Reply Hazy, Try Again

Normal people got to play Monday morning quarterback and gripe about 20/20 hindsight. They got to say things like ‘it was totally unexpected’ or ‘no one could have seen that coming,’ and worst of all, they got to stand in the cold early-morning rain, watching steam rise from the twisted metal and finding comfort in shared ignorance.

Cee, on the other hand, was just as cold and just as wet, but didn’t have the same luxury. She’d seen Dean’s death in all it’s minute variations, but the visions had come too late for her to do anything but direct the ambulance where to go. The future was malleable and fluid–she saw probabilities, not certainties, but they had always been enough before. Instead of visions that layered themselves one upon another another until a common future shown through, she found herself skipping from one possibility to another without any hint which way things would unwind.

This was the third murder she’d seen too late and she didn’t have to look to know it would be her last.



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