Karen

It was her guilty, unspeakable secret. Whenever she
saw the orb of sapphire light tinged with lavender,
her neatly stitched day exploded into a billion
useless fragments. The wheezing 12:15 bus lumbered
by unheard. Today, a barely visible male had come to
greet her. Was this to be a Persephone or a Metatron
moment? She grasped his outstretched hand and again
declined her afternoon.