Message.

“We walk together now, and I can be of assistance to you because you know my heart. I am with you to help guide you Home.” I put the pen down, rattled, and stare at my favorite rollerball wondering what kind of juju has invaded it. Is this for real? . . . I can’t be sure, though it sure doesn’t sound like any of the (many) other voices in my head. I pick up the pen the way one might handle an undetonated grenade.