Daily Prompt: Choose your adventure. Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.
I didn’t know he was psychic at first. My internal psychic radar doesn’t work as well when I’m tired, especially when my face is behind the lens of a camera, and I am surrounded by a great deal of noise–and it’s not like there are a lot of real psychics running around. So when I finally heard him say my name out loud I lowered my camera and looked toward him.
I was standing in the middle of a crowded country music bar, taking photographs of the local band who had been noticed by some hotshot from Atlanta. One of the drawbacks of being a psychic is that you often have to tune out or tone down your psychic senses when you’re in a crowded room, otherwise you’re overcome by every single nuance, vibration or noise. At least it works that way for me. My head would feel like it was ready to explode if I let it all in when I’m in a crowd of people. Being telepathic and telekinetic, as well as precognitive has its drawbacks.
“Can I help you?” I asked, trying not to sound impatient. I do my best not to sound snarky when I’m interrupted while working just in case it is a potential client. I don’t make any money as a psychic, but I do make money as photographer, and my photography business is still a one woman job and I’m not competely out of the red yet.
I took a deep breath and smiled at the young man who was standing in front of me in a pair of faded jeans and a black t-shirt, black Converse, and black baseball cap. He radiated fear. I could feel it flooding his body. He also glowed with psychic ability. My grandmother used to call it the sight, but my father calls it the “psychic vibe.” Whatever label people choose, the simple truth of the matter, at least for me, is when I’m within close proximity to someone who has real psychic ability I can feel it. It feels like a pulsating hum inside my head, and then they radiate a pale blue glow.
The young man looked tired, I noticed, as if he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days, maybe even a week. His almost black shoulder length wavy hair and his blue eyes stood out against the sadness I saw in those tired eyes. Too much sadness for one so young.
Okay…there is the beginning…Help me with some of the rest….. Any and all ideas, thoughts, comments are welcome.
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