The Visions

She braced herself on the table, heaving with the intensity of the shock. Several townspeople looked at her askance. The merchant whose stall table she leaned on shot her a disparaging look, as if she were drunk. She flashed a smile and curtseyed, flashing her leg through the slit in the side of the blue woolen dress. Choosing a few fruits at random, she paid the man and stalked into the crowded market. As best she could tell, no time passed during her visions, though they often seemed to stretch for hours. They were becoming more than strange and inconvenient.