The old man, who had lived too many long years to see the prophecy fulfilled, reached his hand out to her, palm wrinkled and waiting.
“You are the chosen one,” he informed her, “and the fate of the world rests in your hands.”
Those words hung between them; a crescendo of anticipation vibrated in the silence–like the whole world was holding it’s breath, waiting for her to speak and accept her destiny–before she grimaced and said:
“… Yikes.”
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Published by Ren Martinez
Ren is a thirty-something Lost Boy whose personal aesthetic is “suspected of witchcraft by local villagers.” She subscribes to cheerful nihilism, the destruction of the patriarchy, and the belief that glitter makes everything better.
She is a Richmond-based writer and performer who has fiction and non-fiction work found in a variety of publications, such as The Mary Sue, RVA Magazine, The Quotable, and Nostrovia Press. She is currently the fiction editor and a regular contributor at Quail Bell Magazine. She is also the co-host of the podcast, This F***ing Guy!
Find out more at renmartinez.com or read her dumbass tweets on Twitter @itsrenmartinez
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