When I went to town ahead of the blizzard,
I ran into an old acquaintance and found
myself standing in the feed store
listening to an impromptu Pentecostal sermon
and getting a fairly accurate psychic reading
while being empathetic to the chaos of her life.
The store was out of corn.
Just a normal day.
This is my contribution to this week’s Friday Flash (Non)Fiction 55. Write a story or poem in exactly 55 words and then go tell G-Man.