The Bloody Doors Off

By the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes.

Spoken by One of the witches in MacBeth, written by William Shakespeare

I’m reeling from the sudden flash that something was wrong and looking to see who wrote/said the damned quote because that’s what that feeling means, and it’s almost always correct.

Spinning.

My phone rings.

It’s my brother.

I actually asked “Is anyone hurt?” after saying hello.

Not surprisingly, he had an answer.

A friend just took a fall and may have broken her ankle. Oh, and did you know dad hurt his neck?

Umm. Nope.

And yet.

I subconsciously must have.

It’s hard to describe, but I feel lighter.

Like I’d been carrying a heavy stone on my back and just now it fell away.