Doorway to Heaven
“Tell us Martha, when did you first know that you could predict the future?”
“Well it started before I was born.”
“Before you were were born?”
“Tell us Martha, when did you first know that you could predict the future?”
“Well it started before I was born.”
“Before you were were born?”
Jim slowly moved his head over. There was warmth. He moved a bit more. Holy Shit! feathers! He leaped out of bed and turned on the light. He saw a beautiful, blue-eyed blonde, smiling up at him. But feathers?