The skies darkened. A distant rumble rolled.
She stared out the window and tried to suppress the nub that tugged and pulled and nibbled at her innards. The others seemed oblivious. But she knew.
It was almost time.
She’d foreseen it.
They had dismissed her premonitions. Her knowledge of things hidden. How what she willed, was.
The clouds gathered. Answering her call.
Her mind wobbled under their layered, quickened swirl. From the effort of control.
A flash of movement.
“Come away from the window, Ms. Bentley,” Nurse Tabitha manifested at her elbow. “It is time for your medicine.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.
(And how fun that you chose to use my photo! 🙂 )