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Microfiction: Intuition

February 12, 2018

Intuition

by Maria Riegger

“I don’t believe in psychics. You’re crazy.”

“Then how come I always call you when you’re thinking of me?”

My sister waved a hand dismissively. “It’s because we grew up together. It’s just — intuition.”

“Aha!” I said, with the success of a mystic who has just begun to convert a newbie. “Yes, intuition.”

She looked at me, uncertain.

I continued carefully. “Did it occur to you that psychic ability is merely highly developed intuition?”

“What do you mean?”

“People who know of events before they occur, they’re just highly sensitive. They’re able to focus their energy. Sometimes they isolate —”

“Like you?” She smirked.

She was dissing my introverted nature, but I didn’t care. I was enjoying this conversation too much.

“Yes, I isolate. Wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“I get overstimulated by modern life. All the devices, smartphones, tablets. I go to the damn gas station, there’s a screen showing TMZ. At the doctor’s office, a TV’s blaring inane crap about how to be healthy. Of course, I want to be healthy. That’s why I go to the damn doctor’s office!”

My sister laughed and I smiled.

“My point is,” I continued, “there’s so much chatter. It interferes with my energy and my thoughts, and I can’t focus. I isolate because I can’t stand the noise. If more people rid themselves of the chatter, they could get in tune with their intuition.”

“You mean their psychic intuition.”

“Yes.”

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Microfiction: Leave Astrology out of it

February 5, 2018

Leave Astrology out of it

by Maria Riegger

“Read this book,” I told my sister, shoving the tome in front of her face.

“I’m not gonna read that,” she answered, wrinkling her nose.

I sighed. “I knew you’d say that. You Aquarians are so detached. You’d think revolutionaries would be more open-minded, but they’re so intellectually detached they can’t accept things they don’t understand.”

It was my sister’s turn to sigh. “Can we please be normal for once?”

I laughed. “Do you realize who you’re talking to?”

“Leave astrology out of it.” She shook her head.

I had ten years on my sister, but somehow she always managed to make me feel like a young child.

She shrugged. “I’m sorry, but I don’t see how the position of the planets in the solar system at the time of your birth has anything to do with your personality.”

“Look, you believe in God, right, or in some higher power?”

“Yes, of course.”

“And you’ve never seen Him, right? I mean, you don’t really have any proof that he exists.”

She considered. “I mean, kind of, but it’s all circumstantial evidence.”

“Right.” I waved the book in front of her.

“Fine, I’ll read it, just leave me alone.”

“Not very Aquarian to say, but OK.”