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Susie had special powers. Or at least she worked at developing them. If she concentrated really hard she could see into the future. This talent was a little off-setting to her friends. But she was determined to perfect this skill. To that end she attended psychic school. It was kind of like high school but without the ladder.

Susie never missed a class. Well that's because looking ahead she knew when they occurred on her schedule. Miss Clair Voyent was a good teacher. Always held students' attention. So much so you'd want to run out and buy a lottery ticket. And each class began the same with Miss Clair Voyent calling attention.

Sometimes the students would jokingly respond to Miss Voyent's roll call with the response of 'prescient". Get it? Prescient in Psychic class? Yeah.

Our prompt for Two Word Tuesday was prescient/psychic this week. Looking ahead to next week I wish I could determine the prompt, but I can't. This week was enough.


Comments

Paula Wooters said…
I'd say you aced this class with your prescience.
ReformingGeek said…
Hm.... I find that I'm either there or I'm not. My professor will be Mr. Schrodinger.

Good one.
I knew how this would end.
nonamedufus said…
Paula: I knew you'd say that.
nonamedufus said…
Carol: And I thought Paula was the Cat Lady. Schrodinger indeed.
nonamedufus said…
Vanessa: Aren't you the prescient one.

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