The Grip of ME
It was lunchtime, and I was making a sandwich. Wisdom always comes in those tiny moments between time — the inconsequential, empty spaces. I suppose that makes sense when you know who was speaking. Believe me when I say I was not expecting who it was. As I said: it was lunch, and I was making a sandwich. “Uh… hey.” The voice-that-wasn’t-a-voice came from behind and beside me. Of course my first reaction was to turn around. But when I did, there was no one there — at least, no one I could see. I shook my head. It’s normal for me to hear things in the hundred‑year‑old house I live in. Also, I’m gifted. So I shrugged and went back to my sandwich. “Uh… yeah. Jessica. Hey,” the voice said. I turned again. Nothing. I got the idea. I shifted my focus from sandwich to intuition, then waited. “Jess, I’m pretty sure I’m done now.” I reached out with my invisible feelers — empathic tentacles. They aren’t real tentacles; it’s just the word I use so you can imagine what I’m describing...
