eye came to rest near the curb. It was small, flat, and
circular. Fred thought it must have belonged to a fish.
The old woman spoke first. “What do you think it means?”
Fred found her question interesting. She didn’t ask, What’s
happening? but rather, what does it mean?
Fred replied, “I remember reading a story as a kid that
described a day in the 1800s when fish once rained down
from the sky. They say some storm or waterspout picked up
fish from the ocean and dumped them onto land. It didn’t
mean anything per se. It was a curious scientific
phenomenon.”
“Fish is one thing,” replied the man wearing the fedora. “But
come on—eyeballs? Where did they come from? And
besides, human eyeballs! This is too bizarre.”
“It’s the End Days,” said grannie. Fred watched the woman
as she made the sign of the cross with her hand. “It’s the
first of seven plagues.”
“That’s ridiculous! You show me in the Book of Revelations
where it says ‘God will send eyeballs to rain down on us’.”
The comment came from the man who glared.
The old woman began to quote scripture. “Revelations,
Chapter 16, Verse 21: ‘And there fell upon men a great hail
out of heaven, every stone about the weight of a talent: and
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