Prescience Wins

Toby and Sylvia go to a club. 300 words

Prescience Wins

“We have to get out of here!”

Toby was astounded.

“Why? The band’s not here yet.”

“We can’t wait; things are gonna start happening. Let’s leave!”

“What’s got into you?” Toby asked Silvia.

“Just a feeling. I wanna go!”

“All right. What do you want to do instead.”

“Let’s just go for a long walk, away from here!”

“You got it,”

Toby took her arm, and they left quickly. They were barely a block away, when the building that the club was in went up in a huge fireball.

“Did you know that was going to happen?” Toby asked as they stopped to watch the disaster.

“Not really, just had a creepy feeling the minute we got in there.”

“Remind me to always listen to your feelings, sweetheart,” Toby said, hugging her.

“We need to keep moving, let’s go to an all-night diner for coffee and a cruller,” Sylvia suggested.

Soon they were seated in a booth enjoying the moist doughnuts and excellent coffee.

“So, do you get many premonitions like that?” Toby asked her casually.

“Actually, I do. I come from a long line of witchy women.”

Toby stared at her to gauge if she was serious. She laughed.

“Many of the women in my family have been fortunetellers and seers. I discovered I had the gift when I was eighteen.”

“Can you tell my fortune?”

“Give me your hand.”

Sylvia peered at it. A look of horror came over her face.

“It’s you. You’re the one who has such a love of fire. You’ve been starting all these arsons.”

A lighter flared in Toby’s hand. Sylvia blew it out and began shouting: “Fire, Fire, Fire! Stop him!”

All the men in the diner, jumped on Toby, snatching away the lighter. In the furor, Sylvia slipped away.