The Psychic Bitch

I can't handle touch – I can't handle the nightmares.


I'm psychic, cursed, and alone. To touch someone is to see their ugliness. I've seen enough ugliness: the dead; the disasters; the wasting diseases. I hate it. Finding love seems impossible.


I've learned to keep my head down and pretend to read palms for cash. But the police always find me, begging… pleading…