Clairvoyance has its obvious benefits. Especially if you’re a stockbroker. All it takes is a little bit of clearheadedness and caution to avoid suspicion. Laws are made against insider trading and it’s very difficult to prove you can see the future in court. But if you have the ability to put your hands on the newspaper in the morning and instantly know what to buy and what to sell you can become very wealthy, very fast. You can also make others very wealthy and have a successful career. It’s not much of a challenge, but it pays the bills.
And of course there are other perks. Knowing when to not get on a plane or into a car or on a bus does have a way of lengthening life. It’s always heartrending to see people file onto a vehicle you know will take them to certain death, but what can you do? The only other option is to run around crazed like Nicolas Cage does in most of his movies.
Yeah, there are gains out the wazoo to being psychic. You always know the best route to work. You always know what the weather will be like. You always know if you have enough time to stop for an egg McMuffin in the morning.
But that predictable kind of life can leave a gaping hole in one very important area.
“I don’t know,” she says. “It’s just that whenever I meet a guy, I can instantly see him getting old and fat and sitting on the couch. Or I can see him losing his job and refusing to get another one so I have to support him. Or he’s abusive. Or he has mommy issues. Or…”
It’s hard for a medium to just focus on the here and now. Especially one who works with the stock market. But she has learned to control her gift to a certain extent. She no longer stumbles through the living room for thinking she’s already in the kitchen. She’s found a way to block out the endings of movies so she can enjoy them. And she’s even managed to buy clothes in the style of the moment and not what will be fashionable in 6 months. Unfortunately though, there always comes a moment – usually after the fourth date – when they’re holding hands and she sees her future husband and her together in a nightmarish American Gothic, suburban existence. And that’s the better scenarios that don’t end up with her tied up in a basement covered in grape jelly.
“I know, I know,” she says. “I need to just take things as they go. I’m getting too caught up in the future.”
“I know just the guy for you,” her friend says. “He’s sweet, he’s sexy and he’s single. What more could you want? Go out with him. Once. And if you like him, go out with him again. But don’t start planning the wedding until you’ve known him at least a year.”
“OK,” she says. And she meets the guy. He’s everything her friend says he is and more. Sweet, sexy, single and satisfying in bed.
And then it happens. She makes it to the fifth date this time. And then she lets her guard down. She reaches across the table at the restaurant and touched his hand and sees…
Nothing. She doesn’t see a future with him.
This puzzles her. She doesn’t know what to make of it. She’s always seen the future with every boyfriend she’s had. She saw how Nick was going to beat her. How Corey was going to start fooling around after she had two kids and how Larry was going to force her to have an abortion. But with this guy; nothing.
She loved it. She relished it. It was the happiest relationship she’d ever had. They spent vacations together at faraway beaches. They stayed in bed on rainy Sunday afternoons and made love. And after about a year she started thinking about the wedding.
Then one day she wakes up as he’s tying her wrists to the headboard of their bed. She gives him a sheepish grin.
“What’s the special occasion?” she asks. “Or are you just feeling kinky this morning?”
“No,” he says. “Today is the day our beloved Lord Asmodeus returns from the underworld to claim his rightful place on Earth. We must be ready my love.”
“I love you Eva,” he says. “I’m so glad we found each other. I want to spend the rest of my damnation with you.”
He sliced both of his wrists open as she screamed. He grinned while he slit her throat and laughed as their blood soaked into the bed sheets.
‘Of all the futures to not see,’ she thought.