Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Prophets


1.      He stood at the murky, oily, smoky dock, his hand raised to shield his eyes from the morning sun. The men he had tried to warn were getting on the ship anyway. He shook his head at the fools, and gave it into the hands of God. Nothing more he could do. Whoever heard of a white whale anyway?

2.      I told you if you left your milk glass on the counter it was going to fall and spill. Nobody ever listens to me.

3.      “You are the one,” he said, his sage tone serious. A score fit for the movies played in the background. “The one to pull the sword from the stone and become a great and powerful king!”

The little boy’s first few dollars crumpled in his hand in his pocket, anxious to spend it on something to worthwhile. He frowned at the bewhiskered man, thoughtfully rolling a piece of candy in his mouth. After a long moment he pulled out the set of three wrinkled dollars and dropped them into the dirty hat at the sage’s feet, flashing a smile before turning and going on down the street.

4.      “No man of woman born.”
A detail. Hah! A riddle! I bet he’ll never even get it.

5.      “You have a great future ahead of you,” my chemistry teacher said, nodding decisively as he looked over the lab report I had turned in the day before. “A great future. I want to see you winning the Nobel Peace Prize, or working like on one of those shows - CSI.” He smiled, and for once I felt good for something other than the minimum wage employee and the C-average student I was. He was right about that great future. Twenty years later the newspaper read “Investigator solves mystery: Illicit drug maker finally caught.” What can I say? That chemistry came in handy.

6.      The wind blew through the white, stringy hair that did not move. Ancient eyes squinted, deepening the myriad of wrinkles on her face. She knew that morning she was going to die. Could feel it in her bones. But on she walked, singular and sacred, across the flat of the desert into her last sunrise.

7.      “Seven is my lucky number,” she informed him, pouring tequila into seven shot glasses which used to be a set of eight.

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