By Robb Lanum
Janine could see the future. Not just the end of the world in 7954 or the Yankees winning the 2063 World Series, but what she would eat next Tuesday. That her husband David would leave her in 14 years. What her miscarriage would feel like.
Future events competed with memories inside Janine’s harried mind, no discernible difference between them.
Had she eaten yet that night? Or was that next Tuesday?
She shared her secret only once: with her sister after David left her. Margaritas were involved. She regretted it even before it happened.
Janine could see it like it was yesterday.
Good one , Robb. You made the impossible seem like something that was really happening. I see a bright future for you.
Omg this is brilliant! I want more!
Excellent! Very smoothly written. Well done! And the idea was so inventive and brilliantly executed!
Robb, now my only regret in life is I didn’t write this story. Wonderful read!
Well done, Robb! Very well done indeed!
I keep coming back to this story. I’ve been telling everyone about it. It is relatable in the strangest way, and is the perfect balance of experimentation and established craft. Keep up the great work, Robb.
Just now saw this. Thanks so much, Philip – I appreciate it.
Thanks everyone for the kind words. The encouragement is inspiring.