The Prophet
8 min readMay 21, 2019
a short story
Schaefer clutched the black permanent marker in his hand, focused his eye on the target and crossed the street against the traffic. The angry driver of a silver Lexus slowed and swerved to miss him.
He cut a remarkable figure in the black leather knee boots and swirling black priest’s cape looking like a cross between Rasputin and Fagin.
