This was my frag of the day today. It could not be more accurate. When I arrived at the office this morning the first task presented to me was to serve as a consultant on a supernatural matter. Yep. Not kidding. The see and talk to dead people kind of matter. The there are spirits wandering the house turning on household appliances kind of matter. The spirit in question has a gender and a name. Folks in the home can interact with him.

No one called a psychic or a ghost hunter or spiritual adviser or some kind of clergy person. They called me.

“Mercy, take a look at this and tell me what you think.”

Exact words.

And it was not a joke.

I gave my insights.

Insightful-ly.

I revise my previous statement that these frags are like fortune cookies. Frags are better. Better than horoscopes. Perforated prophecies, they are. Why do people think of me when the vacuum cleaner springs to life or toddlers speak to empty rooms? Because the torn corners of calendar pages are not bits of paper to me. They are bits of magic. Magic fragments of insight.

— Mercy