“Will she be faithful? I must find out.”

“I can divine the future from anything you own – pass me that jug from your breakfast table.”

“Whoops! Sorry! Thought it was empty…”

“Idiot! Your fate cannot now be foreseen.”

“Why?”

“All men know: there’s no use scrying over spilled milk.”

Nick Johns lives in Sandhurst, UK. A retired cat wrestler, he now breeds mongrel flash fictions for release into the wild.