When the Future Called

s shot

f a nightmare I couldn't quite grasp. The memory was a ghost, a cold spot in my mind, but

olling through his phone. We were supposed to be celebrating. We' d just put a deposit down on an apartmen

te," a voice said, dripp

t my new work laptop, a top-of-the-line machine my company had jus

han works so hard for his money, it' s good you have a

ood ran cold. In that fading dream, these same words

ioned I made more money than him. He saw himself as a protector, an old-fashion

ssful, babe," he said, but his tone

asked, my

to think it was harmless. Now, I saw the venom coiled beneath it. She wanted him

A spilled coffee. A piercing gun. A Hepatitis C diagnosis. A viral

s here, on the d

, I would not

ing mugs. "Here are your la

ust like in my memory, her foot "slipped." She lunged forward, the hot coffee aimed directly

of my death i