Brittany

Intuition

On the second Saturday of the month, Harry and Divah sat beneath a tree. It was a sacred tree, to them at least, for they met there like this once a month. Divah did not know that today would be very different from the previous Saturdays during which they met; but the hair on Harry’s neck prickled up as a silence fell between them. He had something to tell her, but he just couldn’t spit it out.