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Snapshots of the Future: Buyer Beware

Do we really want to know what the future holds?

Photo by Matteo Modica on Unsplash

Dark-eyed laughing chance lurking in the crawling shadows selling snapshots of the future to the anxious and the curious

I’m afraid to know my fate but I hang around the edges late listening to what I might hear in this crucible of visceral fear

Buyers eye photos to see their lot they are Revealed, fate now known others give them lots of room like explosives that just might blow

As I turn away to leave a man grabs my sleeve and nods, “I got yours — by mistake, thank God.”

Before I pull away he slips the image in my coat where every day it gathers weight an image of my pending fate

If I refuse to look, will it come to pass? Probably so and the dread builds fast I should extract it on the count of two to see if it’s me — you know, it could be you

Thanks for reading…

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