Seer
Her statement that she’d had a vision
was met by general derision.
They went west though she’d said, “Go east,”
and thus were eaten by the beast
or, overtaken by the flood.
died soaked in water or in blood.
So, the moral of this little tale
is heed your mystics or learn to bail
or run faster than the beast
lest you become his morning’s feast.
For Weekend Writing Prompt #443, the task was to write a 66 word story or poem on the subject of “Vision.”

So true Judy – always listen to the seer🔮
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very nice
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So well produced
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I like fantastic horror stories.
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Don’t ignore the warnings.
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