Unkown

Leaving the mall

I hurried to the car

anxious to feel the warm engine heat

Hot, like only a Mustang can

and I marveled that my keys were in my purse

The power of our unconscious mind!

How I rely on that piece of me so!

Leaving the restaurant,

I started the car

like I've done a million times before

and threw it into neutral, not drive.

What in the world did I do that for?

I glance down and pull it into drive

And in that split second

A woman whizzed by

Cell phone in one hand

Glasses in the other

Flying through the lot

She could have hit me

She would have killed me

This is not the first time

Cornell's sociology department put up a poster

"ARE YOU PSYCHIC?" Meh.

"$5 WHEN YOU PARTICIPATE" Oh?

I sign up and investigate this kid's test.

Basic, you are rewarded or punished subconsciously

The punishment is gore, spiders, etc.

The reward is porn geared toward your sexuality.

He makes it sound simple enough.

Your ESP will reward you, if you have it.

He explains it well and shows me the money.

"I don't like porn," I mumble, ignored.

Fifteen minutes pass.

So many tests, so numbing.

The results come in

Zero punishments

Zero rewards

Everything was blank.

The system crashes, and the kid is upset.

"I guess we'll never know," he says.

I smile. I don't care.

He gives me $5, and I buy ice cream.