We're going to be sinking soon, or so all the oracles insist. The apartment oracles, that is, old Mrs. McGill with her chicken livers (she makes a delicious pate afterward--nothing's wasted!) and the blind voodoo woman who sometimes starts dancing through the apartments with the surefooted grace of the loa riding her, but always needs somebody to guide her back home afterward. Loa aren't very considerate, I guess. So I believe them. Something's going to happen, sometime, and the apartments will sink. None of us will get hurt if we're careful, though, or so they claim. Mrs. McGill keeps her chickens in carry cages now, instead of letting them loose around the apartment. The voodoo woman has started paying a neighbor child to always be nearby in case she needs a guide in a hurry. Me, I've packed up my odds and ends into my suitcases.


Inspiration: Norah Jones' "Sinkin' Soon" and this Flickr photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/delphine-lb/6984448181/
Story Potential: High
Notes: This has a whimsical feel that appeals to me.