“It couldn’t be” he thought. “I only repeated what I saw that morning, an impossible murder, a real happening, I didn’t make anything up!” Joe noticed he was in an unfamiliar place, high wavering icons shifted as he gazed up at them. His imagination had taken him there, the Hall of Judgment, or at least that’s what he remembered from childhood Bible verses. A booming voice inquired, “Are you sure, Joseph Michael Alexander Jones? Are you perfectly sure that is what you saw?” The voice seemed to grow louder. “Or are you mistaken?” A sudden electric jolt coarsed through Joe.
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16 January 2026
The Bag Lady 