Prophecy: Urban Fantasy

The words of the prophet were written on the walls of the subway. She didn't know they were the words of a prophet, had never thought of them as more than more trash that should be scraped away or painted over, and wasn't it terrible how city funding had taken away the money so that it wasn't able to maintain such public property better? Though of course she herself would never take the subway, not when she could call the limo around. She'd never thought that the words might remain because they kept coming back, or because no cement blaster could erase them. She'd never thought--not until she found herself running for her life along the subway tracks, her expensive high heels kicked off on the street above, her fur shed as she leapt the turnstile.


Inspiration: The picture above, and The Sound of Silence.
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: Something goes catastrophically (paranormally) wrong for a rich girl who turns out to have unexpected resources she's never had to use. Could be fun. No particular need to write the story, though.