Prophetic Dream
It was already 7:30. Lydia’s shift began at 8, and if she wanted to make it on time in the terrible morning rush, she had to leave soon. She couldn’t afford to be late. Her manager, Kim, was looking for any reason to fire her and she really needed this job. And on a normal day, she had no problem leaving the house at 7:30, leaving her five-year old son Teddy with the elderly neighbors. She then took the bus across the city, as was her daily routine. But he was being really clingy today, and was just not letting her go. “Come on Teddy,” Lydia coaxed, trying to pry his chubby fingers out of her shirt. He was hanging on like a particularly determined limpet. “I’ll get you chocolate ice cream when I get back home. How about that, huh?” This wasn’t her first bribe of the morning, nor would it be the last. He hadn’t given up even in the face of dino nuggets, cotton candy, or a trip to the water park. She was becoming desperate now. Her son had always been very calm for a baby, and then...