I stare at the atrocity in front of me.  The blue, black water curses my silence.  The world narrows to this incident, this small, insignificant moment in time.  I shudder to think of the possible repercussions.  I can hear footsteps advancing towards my bedroom door.  The knob twists and the devil walks in.

“Go away,” I scream.

The door closes and silence reigns once again.  I hate this.  I glance down at the object in my hands, cursing Fate and her sick, twisted sense of humor.  With a quick shake of my hand I tempt the gods.  The murky water flows over the answer to my question.  The one I just had to ask.  The response I have so desperately been waiting for…

“Ask again later”

Magic eight balls suck.