by Lydia Ondrusek
She sat straight up in bed when she realized it, when the bald man at the dinner party in her dream, the one who looked like Patrick Stewart, explained it to her. He had been apologetic, and she knew, looking into his kind blue eyes, that he was telling the truth. Nobody you hate dies. The shock woke her completely.
She sat as still as she could, almost vibrating with the knowledge of her power. But what a stupid and useless thing it was, she thought. Her husband, her children—doomed. Her elderly parents? More cannon fodder. Her friends? The same. All loved, all cherished, all of them teetering on the precipice. Her fault.
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Lydia Ondrusek is a long-married mother of two who describes herself as writing her way out of a paper bag. Her fiction (mostly flash) and poetry can be found various places, including Flash Fiction Online and Apex Magazine. Like everyone else in this and all other parallel universes, she is writing a novel. Okay, two. She tries and mostly fails to keep www.lydiaondrusek.com updated, and spends too much time on Twitter, where she is known as @littlefluffycat.