Premonitions

Carrie opened the book. She looked up at the man in the white coat and frowned. “I don’t want to.”

His hand hovered over the red button. “You must.”

She winced and leafed through the pages, turning them faster as she searched for the important pictures. Her thumb slammed against photographs of an oak tree, an arrow, a lantern, and a bicycle. “These. All of these.”

The man wrote in his notebook, the ballpoint pen leaking.

Carrie laughed when she saw his fingers grow dark with ink.

He glanced at her. “What’s so funny?”

Smiling, she said “Now all that’s needed is a man with a blue hat and a broken watch, and then you won’t press that button ever again.”

The man stared, then cursed. He ran for the door, yanking at the unresponsive handle, shouting for security.

Carrie giggled and took the needle from her pocket.