The Mystic
By: Robert B. Moore

“Oh, God no, it’s happening again. Why? Why are you doing this to me?” Matthew implored. He could already hear the ridicule, “If you can see so much how come you didn’t tell us about the World War or the winning lotto number?” Matt knew the truth very well, to those answers and many more. But they, some, couldn’t take the truth—it was too sorrowful, sometimes even too spectacular. What kind of life would he live, what would he reveal, who would he warn, and how would he choose? If only he had gone home, not stepped foot into those woods that day—perhaps his entire life, all the people, everything, would have gone in another direction…