I opened my eyes with a jump and there I was on my floor with my blue robe lying beside me. Gasping for air I sat up and leaned against the couch using my robe as a blanket, and winded. I was shocked from the pain in my leg and elbow. Huh, at least it was just something small. For some reason I always got hurt in these flashes.
Getting to my feet I snatched my journal off the bookshelf and set to writing all of this down, at the table. I had cases and cases of journal entries from previous encounters. I call them “flashes” usually because they come and go so quick. Where did that knife come from? What could produce that black ora? For some reason it was coming from that black knife. Clearly the green ora was coming from the girl who was terrified out of her mind.
By the time I was done journaling the rain had slowed to a light trickle, the sun was up, but it was still a dull grey outside, that’s just Seattle. I was starting to feel sick to my stomach from that blackness. You see, when a prophet (or at least this prophet) sees an ora, he not only sees it he tastes it, breaths it, and feels it. That black ora felt slimy, had a putrid sent, and tasted like ash. It isn’t easy being a prophet.
After taking a long shower I decided to get dressed and go on a walk. Putting on my coat and cap I opened the door and there before me was Rachael.
Hey, I was expecting you. Is that coffee for me?
Rachael frowned and forked over the coffee.
Thanks, that a paycheck for me too? Smiling, I held out my hand.
No it’s not your paycheck it’s a donation to the church that gives you your stipend and house to live in, Rachael said.
Awe, why can’t I handle my own income?
Because you will go out and take advantage of the poor souls who think they can take your income.
I will not. I would never do such a thing, it’s not my fault the Lord smites anyone who tries to cheat me.
That’s the other thing about being a prophet, you know the term “angels watching over me,” well those dudes are no joke when it comes to prophets.
Whatever.. Said Rachael.
So, is that all you are here for, to give me an apology, coffee, and payment for not helping?
Oh, shut up Ben! I’m here because you were right about the guy.
The guy who burned up, disintegrated, fell apart, whatever it was that happened to him.
Oh, that guy. Well, now what?
Hope you took a picture of him before there was nothing left.
I want to take you back to the scene since the mess is gone.
Well why didn’t you say so, lets go.
Pushing past Rachael and climbing into the car.
Hey! Be careful getting into the car there is a k-9 unit in there and he hates strangers! Rushing over to the patrol car.
“I like your dog.” Rubbing the dog’s tummy, “that’s a good boy!”
Rachael just starred for a few seconds, and climbed into the car. “I don’t understand why you don’t get a pet Ben.”
Why would I get a pet, I’d never be able to spend time with it when you drop by every day to wisp me away? Besides I’ve got you for company Rachael, what more could I ever ask for?
Awe, you’re so sweet.. Smart aleck!