Varieties of Disturbance
Liese woke me up in the middle of the night whispering, in her sleep,
“The ashes and the fire. The fire and the charcoal.”
Over and over again.*
Then, this morning, a black cow showed up on our front porch.
A few hours later, the porch looked like this:
I’m not saying the Beast of Abaddon wakes now from its centuries of slumber, eager to inaugurate the era of a thousand hells.
I’m just sayin’.
* Apparently she was dreaming about the Mythbusters walking on coals.