The Woman Who Could See the Future
Once upon a time there was a woman who could see the future. She couldn't hear it, nor understand what it was she saw, and it wasn't a pleasant gift. As a young woman she had tried to change what it was she saw, as though she had somehow divined it for the purpose of undoing it. But her glimpses of the future were not sought after. And nothing about the future offered a clarity sufficient enough within which one could successfully meddle. The future came in waves. In dreams, day and night. In moments - thoughts floating across the backs of her eyes where such knowledge seemed to arrive. As a middle-aged woman, it became an agony. By then she had recognized the futility of trying to change what it was she saw, and so she sat with it. She stewed. And did not enjoy her middle years. Which is, over course, no way to live. In rebellion, she began to treat the glimpses of future as story - story that had no proper beginning, nor nece...